Has anyone ever made potato salad for 70? It's a big task. It requires large bowls, large pots, large knives and large muscles. I think my arms are about to fall off. Besides which, I'm haunted by a fear that somewhere deep within the giant bowl of potato salad, there's an unmixed portion, potatoes without mayonnaise, radishes huddled together, uncut onion, a whole egg, waiting for the moment when someone whose opinion matters to me decides to sample my potato salad. The bowl's too big to be certain. It could happen.
Besides the lingering fear, I have singed thumbs; I mix the mayo into the potatoes when they're still warm so that it creates a smooth, creamy, smashed potato-type salad. This requires cutting the potatoes right out of the boiling water. I manage this by gently maneuvering the potatoes around the cutting board with my thumbs and the point of a knife. The knife is fine.
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