Whenever I make tuna salad, I think of my brother-in-law Wayne when he was wooing my sister. He’d come over on Saturdays after Debby and I did our housework. I’d make a pest of myself while they sat in the living room and listened to records and tried to talk and flirt. Most Saturdays, my mother would make sandwiches for our lunch, often tuna salad.
It wasn’t until after they were married that Wayne finally confessed that he hated tuna salad.
Mmm, on a cold day like this? Just think how good that’d be if you put it on a slice of bread and TOASTED IT. Waaaarrrrmmmm tuna, yummmmmm.
Don’t make me hurt you.
Bread toasted: check.
Tuna warmed: NEVER. (shudder)
It wasn’t until after they were married that Wayne finally confessed that he hated tuna salad.
Ha ha! Your sister was worth putting up with his enemy, the dreaded tuna salad.
And in spite of the tuna salad, they produced three fantastic children and so–indirectly–five gorgeous grandchildren (so far). Viva la tuna salad!
What’s in the jar next to the mayo, relish?
Yes, dill relish. I don’t do sweet pickle relish, though I have it in the refrigerator, too, in case I make something with pickles for Lynne, who doesn’t do dill. The Compound kitchen tries to be very accommodating.
I’d love to hear Tim’s comment if he knew you’d posted this picture …!!
*wicked grin*