My sister was in town, visiting me this weekend, getting away from all of the family stress we've been bearing, and generally taking advantage of the open door policy I foolishly offered to her three months ago. I think she kept my key this time. Jerk.
Though today was Mother's Day, I surreptitiously avoided the topic with anyone other than my own mother. I have too many emotions wrapped up in mothers and grandmothers to uphold a standard of normal human behavior. Part of the avoidance was staying away from anything that sold food on plates by a waiter. Instead my sister and I cleaned out my fridge and with a quick run to the grocery store, we made a phenomenal tuna salad. A tuna salad that we dubbed the astoria alaina tuna salad. I think we were intoxicated on our own egos when finalized that name. At least I was. (typical.)
Here's the recipe (to the best of my recollection, we were really just making it up as we went):
1 large can of solid white tuna (12 oz)
1/2 apple (fuji, gala, etc.) chopped small
1 stalk celery chopped small
1/4 cup chopped onion
1/4 cup chopped walnuts
1/4 parsley, chopped
1/2 cup mayonnaise
salt and pepper
Holy yum on a fork.