Before my taste was the finely honed tool that it currently is, I hated many foods with the fierce and unassailable intensity of childish opinions. I hated squash, Brussels sprouts, boiled cabbage, eggplant, canned green beans and cooked onions (except in French onion soup). These things made me feel genuinely nauseous. On the less-terrible but still extremely bad list were pecans (except in pie), walnuts (especially in cookies and cakes — I mean, why ruin an otherwise good thing?) and mayonnaise (except on a bacon-lettuce-tomato sandwich). I abhorred my grandmother’s habit of putting celery in fruit salads and Jell-O salads. I believed that celery should be reserved strictly for savory dishes and had absolutely no business on the sweet side of things.
My grandmother, on the other hand, seemed to sneak celery, nuts and mayonnaise into all kinds of things while my attention was occupied elsewhere. Case in point: her steak sandwich filling with finely minced steak, celery, mayonnaise and pickle relish. Admittedly, it was absolutely delicious and I just couldn’t get enough, but it’s the principle of the thing.
One day I caught Grandma mixing chopped apples, grapes, celery, walnuts and mayonnaise. She called it Waldorf salad and I figured she invented the recipe because it had all her favorite things. I liked the apples and grapes just fine, but why did she have to go and besmirch them with walnuts, celery and mayonnaise? Disgusting.
It wasn’t until many years later that I realized Waldorf salad was enjoyed by many people and in fact was a recipe so beloved that folks had been making it since 1893, when it was created by Oscar Tschirky, the maître d’hôtel of New York City’s Waldorf Astoria. Tschirky used only apples, celery and mayonnaise; other enterprising chefs later added the grapes and walnuts that now make a classic Waldorf salad.