Mamma's Potato Salad

In my childhood there were many foods that I simply refused to touch, usually because they constituted of at least eighty-five percent mayonnaise or were some strange vibrant hue I’d only ever seen on the Simpsons. I also absolutely hate miracle whip, sweet pickles and any other sugar heavy way of ruining a good thing, which is what many a southern belle uses in her family recipe. As I got older I realized that food didn’t have to suck just because other people didn’t know how to make it the particular way that I liked it. Thankfully my mother waited the customary fifteen years before ever trying to serve me potato salad again and as it turns out not only do I really love potato salad, but I love my mothers recipe.