So, the egg salad sandwich recipe in my previous post may have seemed out of the ordinary. But the reality is that egg salad has never been as much a part of my life as it is now. The reason is the Outdoor Church, an outfit that (coincidentally?) Irene begins work for next week.
For whatever reason, egg salad is the sandwich of choice among the homeless population of Cambridge (where they are distributed). It's a happy coincidence because they are also full of protein and provide otherwise valuable nutrition to an undernourished population. While Irene was at North Prospect we made sandwiches for the Outdoor Church to deliver--now we've moved up to the collecting and delivering.
For obvious reasons the focus in making the sandwiches is usually on quantity. But I said to myself, "Why shouldn't homeless people have nice egg salad sandwiches with paprika and prepared mustard? Is there something inherent in being homeless that makes them dislike paprika?"
The answer is obvious. Everyone likes paprika.
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Speaking of egg salad, we had two occasions to partake of this delectable dish -- once at Amy's church, where the egg sald went like a house afire, and once at High House after our appetites had been whetted from the church fest. When making them, I too use mustard and I sometimes add relish.
I must contest your egg cooking method, however, as an egg afficiando myself, My method is to prick the large end of the egg with a safety pin and then boil the eggs gently for 12 or so minutes. Pricking the egg facilitates peeling for some mysterious physic-ality reason that I know not of.
We had a great dinner at a Bistro in Black Mountain with Doug and Linda. They are doing well, except that Doug is once again dieting -- the Mahin curse. Linda never gains a pound, but she doesn't eat much either. While we were all licking our plates, she was saving half of her dainty reuban for later. With the threat of surgery looming, Uncle Doug is quite serious about this diet though he did toast our family with a glass of cabernet.
Amy was quite interested in Black Mountain college, at which matriculated the likes of Buchminster Fuller, John Cage, and Robert Creely (modern poet), among others.
We had beautiful weather and good times. I hope you guys have a chance to get down again too some time. We're planning to go once more in August if our trip to Boston and baby Evan allow. Amy's doing well; she has had good pregnancies.
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