Do you have a crowd to feed this 4th of July? Me too. It is tradition in our family that I make the potato salad, and that I make enough for a ton of people so everybody can take some home. This was also one of my dad’s favorite dishes, and since the 4th of July was his favorite holiday, he has been on my mind a lot lately.
I miss my dad. Every single day. He was a prince among men, disguised in a rumpled shirt, reading glasses covered with paint splatters, bits of sawdust and motor oil, and a baseball cap that looked like it had been run over several times.
My dad put training wheels on my first bicycle, and bought me a pony when I was too little for a big horse. He bought my first car, a three speed, 1965 Mustang that had seen much better days. Then he took his life into own his hands and taught me how to drive it. He helped buy my first house, and spent an entire year fixing it up. We fought like cats and dogs during that year, since we each had a different perspective on how the place should look. He favored white, black, and red. I despised them. One day, I was painting the dining room ceiling a vivid rose color (looking back, it was hideous and I eventually did it over in another color). Grandpa Bob walked in, saw what I was doing, and had a fit. Then he stomped out and slammed the door. Thirty minutes later he came back with two giant ice cream cones. That is how the year progressed. We went through a lot of ice cream, and he never gave up on me.
Our dad loved every single moment of his life, had an amazing sense of observational humor, and could sell you the Brooklyn Bridge even if you already had one. He loved to eat, and this Potato Salad was always one of his favorites. He would always ask for seconds, but would caution, “Just a little spoonful. I’m delicate, you know”. Happy 4th of July, Grandpa Bob. I love you. …now let’s get going on this recipe!