I know we’re past Fourth of July, when a new recipe for potato salad might have been helpful for your picnic planning, but the truth is that Independence Day is just the beginning of potato salad season. As temperatures heat up (finally!) and the grills come out, this tried-and-true side dish is simple to put together, delicious warm or cold and keeps in the fridge for several days. I make it once every couple of weeks all summer long, whether it’s just a small batch for our own family or a big bowl for a backyard barbecue with friends.
Although the recipe is entirely my own, it’s not unlike the potato salads you’ve had at picnics and parties your whole life and it shares some culinary lineage with the aggressively yellow stuff that comes in a tub from the grocery store. More than anything, it’s inspired by my mother’s potato salad, which in my opinion was the absolute zenith of potato salads everywhere for all time. I say inspired by, because it’s not exactly my mother’s. I don’t have the recipe and I don’t think she ever had one, either. Even if I did have the recipe, I surely wouldn’t be able to resist “Monikizing” it with my own adjustments and additions. There’s something in me that resists following directions, even when I know the directions are helping me achieve an outcome that I very much want. (Hmmm. More fodder for my therapist.)
So this recipe is like my mom’s, but it’s got more of the stuff that I like in a potato salad, namely mustard and sweet pickles. If you don’t like potato salad with mustard, you might as well stop reading right now and go do something useful like clip your toenails or vacuum under the couch or develop a new political system whereby every citizen is constitutionally guaranteed free candy and subsequent root canals.
I also like big chunks of potato. I’m not going to argue the merits of peeled versus unpeeled potatoes because I don’t have an opinion and I make it both ways, depending on how industrious I’m feeling. I don’t like too much dressing. That is, I want the ingredients to be clearly identifiable through the sauce. I like a bit of crunchy celery but not too much. I like a few crisp red onions but I don’t want to the pieces to be so big that the onion overwhelms all other flavors. I like a bit of paprika, some hard-boiled egg and pimientos for color. Finally, I love black olives in a potato salad, but my spouse and offspring don’t. Occasionally I get all crazy and put olives in anyway, just to be contrary, like I did last night. My daughter ate it right up and never noticed the olives, while my husband, polite Brit that he is, quietly pushed all his olive bits to the side. Poor dear. He puts up with so much.