Read by Martine McMenemy
My mother-in-law's potato salad recipe remained a secret for years. The family often convened behind her back to debate how best to extract it from her. To ponder what the consequences would be if she didn't pass it along before going to Heaven. To wonder how we'd cope with the loss.
Rich and creamy, the sliced potatoes just the right firmness, and seasoned exquisitely: the salad inspired moaning at my mother-in-law's dinner table. No conversation took place during its consumption. To speak, even of divine things, while chewing those heavenly morsels, would have been sacrilegious.