MY DAD’S MACARONI SALAD
My Dad’s Macaroni Salad
My dad didn’t cook much when I was growing up, since he was usually out on a train delivering who knows what to God knows who. But on those special occasions when he did, like the 4th of July, it was more an exercise in architectural balance than cooking. His macaroni salad was an inspired composition of flavor elements. He always chose his macaroni carefully, choosing the smallest he could find, usually “salad” macaroni. This gave him the proper foundation. The remaining building blocks were, each in turn, carefully manipulated with the help of a sharp blade, into perfect little cubes. Thus insuring the load bearing capabilities of the macaroni would not be overwhelmed. Then to secure the whole structure, a special formulation, neither too sweet, nor too sour, nor too spicy or nor too oily. This was then added, in just the right proportion, to the whole to create a deliciously well balanced salad that contains every flavor in every bite, and doesn’t drip vinegary flavored MiracleWhip down the front of your over-alls. A Feng Shui master would be impressed.