Home style ham salad


This salad brings back a lot of good memories for me.

This ham salad recipe comes from my ex-husband’s grandparents who lived in a little village called Ilion in upstate New York. Making it brings me right back to their home. Brown carpets, the smell of food in the kitchen, and everyone sitting around that brown Formica table, laughing. Grandpa Dulak talking about his days at Union Fork and Hoe, Grandma sharing stories about taking the girls to camp at Canadarago Lake. It’s amazing how a simple recipe can carry so many great memories.

Hold on to all the good memories you can.

Ingredients:

  • 1 pound cooked ham, chopped
  • 1/2 cup mayo
  • 1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
  • 3 tablespoon sweet pickle relish
  • 1/4 cup celery, finely chopped
  • 1/4 cup onion, finely chopped
  • Salt and pepper to taste

Instructions:

  1. Chop or dice the hame up. I prefer it to be chopped because it I don’t like chunky ham.
  2. In a large bowl, combine the mayo and ham
  3. Add the chopped celery, onion, and salt and pepper to the mayo and ham. Stir well.

You can have it as a sandwich or on crackers. I always end up seasoning it a little more with salt and pepper.

Nutrition Facts can vary depending how much more or little (per 1/2 cup serving):

  • Calories: 250
  • Total Fat: 20g
  • Saturated Fat: 3g
  • Trans Fat: 0g
  • Cholesterol: 50mg
  • Sodium: 900mg
  • Total Carbohydrates: 3g
  • Dietary Fiber: 0.5g
  • Sugars: 2g
  • Protein: 12g

A Cozy Frame of Mind


Clinton Farmer’s Market, Clinton, NY


Clinton’s Farmer’s Market is held on Thursdays from 10-4. There is something to be said about farmer’s markets. They make you feel rooted I guess. If that is the word I am looking for. I feel like I go back in time when I go to a farmer’s market. It’s a shopping experience that is out of the ordinary. You have to try it to get the vibe.

Mud


Have you ever felt like your feet were stuck in mud? Metaphorically speaking obviously.

You are in limbo. You don’t know whether you are coming or going.

You are just sitting and waiting. Waiting and waiting.

My life has been on hold for 5 years. No actually since my divorce in 2006. Maybe even before that but I have such a bad memory I can’t remeber beyond 1993.

I felt like I was living in a pinball machine and I was the ball getting knocked from side to side just waiting to fall through the hole and be done with the game.

It’s been a rough ride down. It hurt going from one side to the other side and being smash by the metal prongs.

I just wanted to fall through the hole and lay my head down and rest.

I am almost to the bottom but my body is sore. My brain is over being jolted. There are too many thoughts being thrown around. I’m over it.

I’m tired.

But, it’s almost over.

You have to believe and never give up.