God just winked at me.
I am where I am supposed to be, doing what I am supposed to be doing. It’s a wonderful feeling. Peace comes over me.
I’ve been recruited to make potato salad for 85 hungry folks that will show up in about 8 hours for the 4th of July BBQ lunch. Okay, potato salad … for 85. Potatoes, eggs, celery, onions, relish, mayonnaise.
I power up my computer and sign on to my website. I’ll just take a peak at my mom’s potato salad recipe, which I have no doubt shared with readers some time during the past 4 years of blogging. I type p o t a to s a l a d into the search box. A moment passes. Nothing. I click through to the INDEX tab, scroll down to S A L A D and begin to scan for mom’s recipe. Nothing.
My brain can’t quite comprehend that I haven’t written her recipe, her exact instructions and her special magic. How can this be? Then I remembered her telling me she “just makes it“. No exact measurements, just by feel. I remember thinking I would take time to watch her make potato salad and write down the process and ingredient measurements.
But I never did it.
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