There are a few reactions to potato salad:
- Potato salad, yay!
- Potato salad, ew.
- Potato salad, eh.
The combination of potatoes and mayonnaise gets a bad rap as a maligned picnic food of yesteryear. It's put into the same category as too mushy pasta salad with canned black olives or (gasp!) that molded Jell-o stuff patterned with grated carrot that wiggles like nothing in this world should.
One of the obvious joys of restaurant dining is that you don’t have to cook the food. That pleasure is intensified when you enter a diner, crusty-eyed and slack-jawed, having only managed to put on pants (pajama bottoms are a perfectly viable choice) and a shirt, but definitely not run a comb through that mop on your head.
In college, my friends started Fakesgiving—a night to celebrate Thanksgiving together before everyone went home for the holidays. Our school is on the quarter system and winter break is from Thanksgiving until New Year’s Day. That’s a month and a half of break and since my college is known for it’s international student population, my friends went home to all corners of the world.