Spicy Lime Cilantro Potato Salad

The last time I made deviled eggs for my husband (one of his favorite foods), I made them fancy and put smoked salmon and dill in them.  And then he became violently ill for many hours. Today, as I was putting together the food for our Fourth of July lunch, I opted for plain deviled eggs, with only mayo and salt and pepper, to avoid all risks.  But since it’s pretty hard for me to make plain anything, I decided to switch up the potato salad, one of my favorite side dishes to tinker with.

I got these tiny German Butterball potatoes at the farmers market a couple of weeks ago and they looked perfect for potato salad.  I roasted them, because I always prefer roasted potatoes in potato salad.  I had jalapenos and cilantro, so I went with a spicy flair.   It went perfectly with our giant Hebrew National hot dogs with grilled onions and Bubbies pickles.  Happy Fourth!



Spicy Lime Cilantro Potato Salad

1 1/2 pounds German Butterball potatoes

Olive oil

1/2 small sweet onion

1/2 jalapeno pepper

2 cloves of garlic

2 T. minced fresh cilantro

2 T. mayonnaise

Juice of one lime



Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Rinse potatoes and cut the larger ones so that all the pieces are the same size.  Put potatoes in a cast iron pan (or whatever baking pan you have), drizzle with olive oil and sprinkle with salt and pepper.  Place pan in the oven and roast for 30 minutes, until the potatoes are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.  Set aside to cool slightly.

Mince the onion, jalapeno pepper and garlic.  Remove the seeds from the jalapeno pepper if you don’t want all of the heat from the pepper.  Place the minced mixture in a bowl and add the cilantro, mayonnaise and lime juice.  Add the cooled potatoes and toss to combine.  Add salt and pepper to taste.  Let potato salad chill in the refrigerator for at least one hour so that all the flavors will dance well together.


Makes 4 large servings.


On the Town in Oakland

Plaid vests.  Stylish hats and shiny shoes.  Jazzy music.  Succulent Southern food.  Saturday night.  Oakland.

Short ribs braised in coffee.  Radishes.  Carrots.  Purple potatoes.  So beautiful.  So delicious.

At Pican.

Once Upon a Time in Alameda

Once upon a time, on a Friday morning,  I did not want to eat Grape Nuts for breakfast again.  I went to the corner store and bought a container of fruit, mostly melon, grapes and a couple of strawberries.  Healthy, right?  Except if it’s rancid.  And just like that I had a stain on my shirt from spitting out cantaloupe, which promptly fell in the middle of my chest, as if to get revenge for my rejection.

A few hours later, I walked down the street from my office in San Francisco for a sandwich.  I ordered the Chicago Italian Beef Sandwich, which somehow I did not anticipate being so unpalatable due to the spice factor.  Unpalatable in the middle of the day at least, before I had to go back and welcome a new employee to the company with reams of paperwork.  I picked at the meaty monster and felt bad for throwing most of it out, but it’s not like I could have someone else finish up a half-eaten, picked at sandwich with my saliva and tears on it.  Seriously.  It was very spicy.

By the time I got home, I was HUNGRY.  Since we are suckers for earning OpenTable credits, we settled on an Italian place in Alameda a couple miles away that would get us 1000 points for a six o’clock reservation.  C’era Una Volta.  It means Once Upon a Time in Italian.

So we drove to Alameda.   The place was nice enough inside.  The waitress was friendly enough.  The menu sounded good enough.  I ordered Petti di Pollo alla de Milanese, which was breaded chicken with lemon and capers, with mashed potatoes.  It was good enough.

Funny thing, though.  We knew they charged extra for more bread after the first basket of four very small pieces of some kind of wheat bread, served with a dish of olive oil and mustard.  Olive oil and mustard.  Is that weird?  I’ve never seen that before.  But anyway, we knew they charged extra for more bread.  The waitress asked us if we wanted more, we said no.  Then about half-way through our meal, a different waitress came by, with a basket of bread and a big smile and I think some kind of an Italian accent.  “More bread?”  She held out the basket so we could inspect her wares.  I kind of felt like I was in Greece again, turning down the nice gentleman trying to sell us a DVD of “ROKCY” in the middle of dinner.  We declined again and she went on to the next table to try them.  That’s weird, right?

Lizzy and Luke went home, with moderately sated hunger, and lived happily ever through the weekend.  (At least that’s the plan.)

Here goes nothing.

So on April 20th, 2013, I hit a major milestone birthday.  On April 24th, I got a new job in San Francisco.  On May 5th, I got married.  On May 15th, we packed up our little Scion, said goodbye to Portland and moved to the Bay Area.  Phew!  That was a lot.  Now that I’ve stopped reeling, it’s time to explore and find good food.  I think there’s a lot of it around here.

We’ll hit up the famous places and the less obvious ones, too.  And then we’ll make a mess in the kitchen with recipes, old and new.  Stay tuned.  Suggestions?  Please send them my way!