Apres-midi dans le Jardin,
Charles Jean Agard,
When I first began blogging I made a personal vow not to post recipes, nor to disclose any of the "seekrit" family recipes. Including Plum Guck.
And I'm not really breaking it.
Because I have been gimpy after the unfortunate incident of the collapsible dear little green garden bench and have found it painful to stand for any length of time, my husband thought to relieve my guilt over a succession of quicky meals with deli treats.
And so I discovered the Great Potato Salad Mystery.
A potato salad composed of small red-skinned potatoes, cut in hunks/quarters ( redskin potatoes are those that always taste wonderful, no matter how they are prepared -- whether baked, fried, roasted or boiled) coarse chopped egg, chopped sweet red onion, celery cut fine, and herbs -- basil and parsley, for certain.
The major components are easily identified.
It's the tart white dressing that most confounds me in my deconstruction.
The dressing may derive from a thin mayonnaise base, but I am uncertain.
(I suspect this delicious uncertainty will last the entire summer.)
My exercise in reverse engineering of a deceptively simple product reflects to a degree the difficulties in pin-pointing just what elusive ingredients combine to make a successful novel and which savour makes some stories addictive.
But if we want to replicate, we have to try.