This potato salad is creamy and slightly tangy, thanks to a combination of mayonnaise, sour cream or yogurt (take your pick), apple cider vinegar, and two kinds of mustard. It also features dill pickles and sweet pickles (because why use one when you can use both?!) and hard boiled eggs for good measure. But for me, the fresh dill takes this potato salad from good to great. Dried dill would certainly work as well, but with an herb garden on steroids these days, I’m happy to throw fresh herbs into every dish possible.
Now it’s hard to wax poetic for too long about potato salad. So instead, I’ll curtail the recipe commentary here to tell you a little story about this particular bowl of potato salad.
I do most of my cooking for this blog in the middle of the day when the natural light is at its best for taking good pictures. And if I’m lucky, that cooking/photo-taking time coincides with naptime for my baby and my three-year-old. Well, this past weekend, I decided to cook in real time. I fixed this potato salad leading up to dinnertime with plans of snapping a few quick pics before it was time to eat. I did take a few photos, and then my attention was momentarily called elsewhere. Not 10 seconds later, I heard a loud CRASH and my three-year-old’s immediate exclamations of, “I didn’t mean to, Mama! It was an accident!!!” And there on the tile floor were my carefully-styled mound of potato salad and one of my favorite glass serving bowls, splattered and shattered everywhere.
I sighed, cleaned up the mess, and we proceeded to get on with dinner. There actually was a little bit of potato salad left in the original mixing bowl that I had used to make it, so I divided that between our plates and we each got at least a little taste.
My three-year-old is known for being a rather persnickety eater and I’m always a bit surprised when he actually finishes all of something. So wouldn’t you know that on this particular night, he polished off every last bit of his potato salad before he even touched the rest of his dinner and then, in his sweet little lisp, asked, “Mama, may I have more potato salad?”
“We don’t have any more potato salad, baby. Remember? It fell on the floor and it has pieces of glass in it.”
“But can I have some more?”
“No, there’s not any more.”
“Because I had to throw it away.”
“Because we couldn’t eat it anymore. It’s all gone.”
And he then proceeded to throw a tantrum over the potato salad that was no more, thanks to his own doing. Isn’t 3 a magical age?
So I hope you’ll forgive me if the photo featured on today’s post is not my best work. And if you make this potato salad, I hope for your sake that any three-year-olds in the vicinity stay far, far away from it.