My Mom used to make this macaroni salad when she didn’t make her German Potato Salad. Food Network published this recipe.
Well…once again cravings took over. I made my salad and was quite pleased with how it turned out. Elbow noodles – cook per box instructions leaving al dente, drain and cool.Chopped three stalks of celery, and green onions. I sliced four radishes as well.Add a quarter cup of apple cider vinegar, half of cup of mayonnaise, and yellow mustard to taste. I also added two boiled eggs, chopped. Mix all of the ingredients together, and add salt and pepper to taste.It was not my mother’s, and certainly not the recipe from the Food Network, but it was so good.Sprinkle with paprika…or not. Just eat it.
This is always a bittersweet day for me. I miss my Mom so very much.But I am so very happy with these two amazing humans. And, I love being a fur baby Mom.But I miss her.Miss these snuggles…And to all of the other mothers…my love to you.Blessings.
I am so ready to come home to my guy today (note: it’s not Sam Elliott).
It’s been a great adventure, so happy for Carmen and beginning her career at FSU beginning Monday. Not sure I am ready to cheer for them but so goes life, right?
The adventures with this one has been grand. So excited for her future. Have loved this week with her. But ready to be home to this one…
I am so grateful for him and allowing me to be who I am. Loving my kids as his own. Encouraging all of us to be us…unconditionally. He is amazing. I am grateful, and ready for my lipstick to be smeared.
Missing my Mom. Doesn’t seem as though it has been thirteen years.
I am adding this: my friend passed away today (Thursday) and I am hurt sick for his wife. She has loved me, and loved on me especially during my time of hurt for past 13 years. His passing was swift. My heart hasn’t caught up just yet. Please pray for her and her family. It will be a hard road for them.
This past week was the anniversary of my Mom’s passing. It has been twelve years. I miss her.
I had a work trip in Tallahassee, and it went very well. I so wanted to call her and tell her everything that happened. Instead I rambled to Carmen and David, and they listened, laughed, and responded like I hope they would. Mom would have done the same thing, but…
I miss her stroking my hair. I would travel home for a visit, plop in front of her and her lazy-boy chair, and she would just begin stroking my hair. It was relaxing, calming, and re-assuring. Something so simple could mean so much.
I also miss her with my children. I love this picture of them. Her chocolate cake, and snuggles, spoils —like every grandmother should.