Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Another blogger wrote that she makes "killer tuna salad." I don't doubt it for an instant. It made me smile because a few weeks ago Mrs. S. said to me in her most earnest voice, "Mom, you make the best tuna salad and I can't seem to make it the same." Tuna Salad. No measuring. No thought. Tuna, egg, mayo. No brainer, right? Or not. Tuna salad is all wrapped up in our lives. Tuna fish has never just been a hurry up lunch in our house. Sure on occasion, but more than likely not. For the longest time, it was the only food Mrs. S would eat. No peanut butter for her...tuna fish. Tuna served on the nights we had "dairy" for dinner (tuna, bagels, sliced veggies, cottage cheese and pineapple, fruit). Tuna for a special brunch, again dairy, but add on kugel, lox, maybe some blintzes. Tuna and all of the rest for the first meal following the long fast of Yom Kippur. Tuna stuffed tomatos, with tomatoes from the garden so fresh and sweet. Leftover tuna on a bagel for breakfast. Tuna stuffed tomatoes as comfort and something special because we were all alone in Texas and dad was travelling....again. Tuna fish. Plain ole' open the can tuna. It's all wrapped up in our lives. I don't doubt for an instant that the blogger makes the best tuna in the world. Just as I don't doubt that in my daughters eyes she will never be able to replicate my tuna. It has absolutely nothing to do with food.