If you grew up in the baby boom era like me, this is the type of potato salad you may remember fondly. Or not. Across America in the fifties and sixties, you could expect a scoop of it snuggled next to the grilled cheese sandwich at the counter bar at truck stops, drug stores, and diners.
If memory serves, back in my college days in Ann Arbor, Mr. Tibbles sold something similar to this recipe at his now-defunct Drake’s. Michigander readers of a certain age might remember that inimitable candy, tea and sandwich shop — a relic from the ’50s — which faced the Diag? In 1977, Mr. Tibbles gave me and my roommate a basement tour of his store. The walls were lined — top to bottom — in a rainbow of assorted candies. At long last the Promised Land… Candyland Nirvana!
I digress. A half-cup of chopped bacon would be a slam-dunk addition to this salad. Say what you will about this recipe, But I protect its integrity, eating it with relish and a sigh of pleasure only memories and ghosts are privy to hear.
