Italian Potato Salad

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I’m pretty sure it’s the hot and muggy weather that’s gotten to my cook gene, but I’ve been in a slump when it comes to meals.  I mean, really, for the love of Pete, do you people have to eat every day, multiple times each day?!  In my kitchen, we don’t have the dog days of summer; we’ve got the crab days.  So, it was quite an unexpected gift – a Christmas in July, if you will – when I got on a food bender.  I had been thinking a lot lately about how time flies – we’re already getting things together for the boys to go back to school – which sent me on the nostalgia engine to when I was a girl getting ready to go back to school.  I will spare you the brain train that got me from that all the way to remembering things I loved most about summer dinners with the family … Dad would be grilling kebabs or pork chops or burgers and yelling at us to stop doing whatever we happened to be doing in the pool. Mr. Long would be next door swaying in his hammock smoking one of his stinky cigars, occasionally yelling a hello or random commentary on George’s grill skills over the fence.  Bill would be across the street mowing his grass for the umpteen time staring daggers at us if we even thought about riding our bicycle near his property. And Mom would be inside whipping up the rest of dinner, probably grateful for the quiet.

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Potato Soup and … the Cheese Ball

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Growing up, Christmas Eve was a crazy day.  Much like a regiment on the move, we were put through the paces:  Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning… followed by more cleaning!  Then just when you were convinced all the work had surely squared things with Santa, it would all just stop.  Magic! The late afternoon saw showers for all, a single gift opened which was generally a new outfit for church, the now infamous potato soup dinner, and then off to Christmas Mass.  Returning home, we’d get in our pajamas, hang our stockings and be sent looking for sugarplums for the night.

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