This evening Mr. Swiss and I completed a joint effort and I must say it could only have happened with co-operation. I had some potatoes and too many cervelat (Swiss sausage) and so it was decided to make a potato salad with a cervelat salad. Potato salad is not something I enjoy making because it is a lot of messing about, takes time and the result is dodgy to say the least. Mr. Swiss has been talking about a fine potato salad for some time so I struck a deal. He makes the cervelat salad and I will look to the potato salad.
I already searched for a good recipe in the morning, knowing it would need planning. You have to cook the potatoes in their skins, and at the risk of having third degree burns on your fingers, they have to be peeled whilst still hot. I must admit Mr. Swiss did manage to peel 3-4 potatoes and I did the rest (10-11 potatoes). So guess who had burnt fingers. Whilst I continued peeling the potatoes Mr. Swiss began the cervelat salad, although he said he cannot make a good salad sauce, so I fixed that as well in between.
When the potatoes were naked, without peel, I had to pour hot vegetable bouillon over them and leave them to soak to 20 minutes. In the meanwhile I cleaned the kitchen floor which had potato skins everywhere. Mr. Swiss progressed with his cervelat salad, mixing in small tomatoes, radishes, pickled cucumber pieces and hard boiled sliced eggs.
We did it, and only had one or two differences of opinions.
And here you can see the result. Not exactly master chef. Mr. Swiss being the expert responsible for Swiss food tastes, tried the potato salad and found yes, it could be accepted. It was a first for me after ten years, but I must say even I found it edible. I even got some suggested mustard with mustard seeds in it and sliced some shallot onions into the sauce. The cervelat salad was fine. Who am I to criticise a Swiss guy that makes one.
After the food fight, the kitchen floor was again cleaned and I spent at least five minutes tidying the kitchen surfaces. We sat down to our evening meal. Mr. Swiss found it would be far too much. Eventually we were finished and there was nothing left. Of course No. 1 son helped to finish it all off.
Needless to say it wil probably be another 10 years until I attempt a potato salad again.