Yes. I am getting somewhere with this. 

So that leaves me in my charming little Chattanooga neighborhood on many Friday and Saturday nights. I love my neighborhood, and I love my neighbors. Last night, I was invited over to dinner with some of my favorite people to grill. Of course, they said bring nothing. They had it all taken care of down to my preference for turkey over cow. Uh huh. Being brought up well in a small town, I cannot arrive empty handed, even if all I have is wine to bring. Call it leftover manners learned from my parent's bridge club. But going back to the new romance with the aforementioned chef, I now feel a bit intimidated on what to make for dinner. I think that may be why I've been on a frozen pizza kick for a week! Not really, but it sounds good. There is a whole new world of food opening up to me and it is daunting. Honestly, there is a whole brick of tamarind paste in my kitchen that I have to figure out, but that's another post entirely. 

After great deliberation, and a full-our refrigerator rummage, I refused to be thwarted by fancy smancy food and embraced my own brand of domestic prowess! Yes!!!! I decided to make Baked Potato Salad. I swear it is the easiest thing ever. No need for a French culinary education here. The potatoes weren't even baked for heavens sake, although I suppose you could if you are averse to false advertising. This to me is a supreme Southern comfort food, and I like the way it holds up versus mayo based potato salads. There are lots of variations on this. My mom likes dill in hers. The chef recommended celery seed. But here's my take and what I brought to dinner last night. And it rocks next to a turkey burger, cilantro butter grilled corn, and bourbon baked beans. Yum!!!!