My mother was always taking every advantage to collect recipes (maybe that's where I got my love of recipes?) and wrote them down on whatever was handy at the time. Today I came across this hand-written recipe on the bottom of a sheet of notebook paper. I remember she was so proud when she made this salad. Dad took one bite and said, "I really don't like it. I hope you don't make it often." She looked so deflated; she loved it. To solve that problem she often took it to pitch-in meals where she enjoyed it and dad didn't touch it!
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