Horseradish Egg Salad

Horseradish Egg Salad

You know what stinks?  When The Great Husband is traveling for work and I go downstairs to get in the car with the kids and discover that one of the little rascals have played with the overhead car lights again.  

And the car is dead.

The car being a massive mini-van.

And and that said massive mini-van is parked on diagonal in a small 1960’s garage.  Just because it seemed like a good idea at the time.  Don’t ask me why.

And because I am parked on a diagonal there is no way another car can get next to it.

Not even a Smart Car.

So I call a friend over to help me push the car into a good place to jump the battery.  My tiny friend  and I need to get the massive mini-van into vertical position because my garage is at the bottom of a steep hill.

There was no way in hell we can push up this hill.

So using the 3-point turn system, (or 20-point in our case,) we push the van.

And we push it.

And pushed it. (My friend is tiny, but she is strong.)

Left.

Right.

Left-right.

Drive.

Reverse.

And we positioned it right smack dab in the middle of the garage.

Then the shift locks up in the park position.  So it is impossible for us to push anymore.

And as we are standing there panting, my tiny, yet strong friend says,

“Hey!  I have AAA.  Why don’t we call them?”

Then my tiny friend becomes my smartest and most beloved friend at that very moment.

Minor disasters seem to happen mostly when the Great Husband is away.

Twice there has been a snowstorm.  The only snowstorms of the winter.

This left me to shovel the driveway .

By myself.

Up hill.

Both ways.

Once we had a mouse.

I HATE MICE.  With a passion.

I considered camping out on the kitchen island with my kids until The Great Husband got home.

Both kids had a puke-fest.

All night long.

And into the day.

I praise all single parents.  All military parents. All parents doing it on their own.  You play the role of two parents every day.  That deserves more credit than I can give you.  You are strong.  You are amazing.  And someday if and when your children become parents, they will thank you.  They will respect you more.

And will probably come crying to you for help like I still do to my mom.

My mom loves egg salad.  And so do I.

Here is my flavor-punched egg salad recipe.

Let’s Cook!

Horseradish Egg Salad

6 Hard Boiled Eggs

2 Tb Dijon Mustard

2 Tb Mayonnaise

1 Tb Prepared Horseradish

1/4 tsp salt

In a medium bowl, mash up eggs into small pieces.  (I sometimes remove a couple of yolks before this to save on cholesterol.)

Add remaining ingredients to bowl.

Stir until all ingredients are evenly distributed.

Serve on toasted bread or a rice cake.

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