"Oscar, would you like to help me make potato salad?" I asked.
He looked at me quizzically, then responded,"Grandma, why do you always make potato salad when we come?"
I laughed..."Because whenever you come, we invite your cousins to come over and have a hamburger cookout. And, potato salad just goes with hamburgers, so that's why I make it when you come."
To myself, I realized I was totally dreading it. I'm not that great of a cook, and it's always an iffy thing to make the potato salad taste just right. It's very labour intensive so I don't like to spend all that much time on the project, especially if it doesn't turn out tasty wasty. Plus, I knew we were having a huge crowd, so I would be making twice as much....I dreaded the project.
While all the boys/men left the house to go fishing, I grudgingly began to make the salad; boil the eggs, steam the potatoes, chop the onion, celery, pickles, etc. However, just as I started the lengthy process, I thought of Dr. Gregerson....honestly, I don't know why he popped into my head. Except that he did.
I had just recently met him. He lost a leg to diabetes. He told me about his struggles to learn to walk with his prosthesis, but had been unsuccesful so far, so he used a wheelchair. Oh, he hated it!
So, as I began to peel the potatoes, I thought of him. It was an epiphany moment. Suddenly, I was so GLAD to be able to stand at my kitchen counter and cut, chop, slice, dice. I was THRILLED to be able to walk around and grab the mayo, mustard, spices. I was DELIGHTED to be able to serve my family this food of my own making.
He looked at me quizzically, then responded,"Grandma, why do you always make potato salad when we come?"
I laughed..."Because whenever you come, we invite your cousins to come over and have a hamburger cookout. And, potato salad just goes with hamburgers, so that's why I make it when you come."
To myself, I realized I was totally dreading it. I'm not that great of a cook, and it's always an iffy thing to make the potato salad taste just right. It's very labour intensive so I don't like to spend all that much time on the project, especially if it doesn't turn out tasty wasty. Plus, I knew we were having a huge crowd, so I would be making twice as much....I dreaded the project.
While all the boys/men left the house to go fishing, I grudgingly began to make the salad; boil the eggs, steam the potatoes, chop the onion, celery, pickles, etc. However, just as I started the lengthy process, I thought of Dr. Gregerson....honestly, I don't know why he popped into my head. Except that he did.
I had just recently met him. He lost a leg to diabetes. He told me about his struggles to learn to walk with his prosthesis, but had been unsuccesful so far, so he used a wheelchair. Oh, he hated it!
So, as I began to peel the potatoes, I thought of him. It was an epiphany moment. Suddenly, I was so GLAD to be able to stand at my kitchen counter and cut, chop, slice, dice. I was THRILLED to be able to walk around and grab the mayo, mustard, spices. I was DELIGHTED to be able to serve my family this food of my own making.
Mostly, I was OVERJOYED/OVERWHELMED at mobility!
And, I was, once again, humbled! Thank you, Heavenly Father, that I can make potato salad. What a great blessing.
So, Oscar, when you come again...look forward to more salad, and know that I LOVE making it for you and Bridger and Sayre and Stockton and Landon and Janessa, and anyone else we happen to invite for dinner.
And, I was, once again, humbled! Thank you, Heavenly Father, that I can make potato salad. What a great blessing.
So, Oscar, when you come again...look forward to more salad, and know that I LOVE making it for you and Bridger and Sayre and Stockton and Landon and Janessa, and anyone else we happen to invite for dinner.
3 comments:
I could eat potato salad for breakfast, lunch and dinner....and that potato salad looks heavenly.
I finally know when I am coming to St. George - Thursday, June 3rd. By the time I get there you will be sleeping among the glaciers in Alaska! See ya when we are both back home. Have a super fun trip. xo
The salad was absolutely delicious. There wasn't a soul who didn't love it. We all thank you for the many, many hours you put into peeling, chopping, mixing.
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