Fresh herb potato salad

Summer celebrations would not be complete without a spread of cold salads. They are great for potlucks, camping, and eating dinner in the back yard.

This weekend I came up with this recipe as a way to highlight some of the herbs that are growing in my garden. Feel free to experiment with whatever herbs are at your fingertips. Chives, rosemary, and oregano would also be great in this recipe.

Fresh Herb Potato Salad

2 lb potatoes
2 hard boiled eggs
½ c fresh basil
½ c fresh parsley
¼ c fresh dill
¼ c kalamata olives
½ c grated parmesan cheese
½ c sour cream
½ c mayonnaise or veganaise
¼ c yogurt
3 Tbs Dijon mustard
1 Tbs Herbamare or salt & seasoning of choice

Chop and boil potatoes until firm, but cooked through. Drain and let sit to cool.
Meanwhile, chop eggs, basil, parsley, and olives.
Whisk sour cream, mayonnaise, yogurt, mustard, and seasoning.
Combine all ingredients in bowl and toss to coat evenly.



Falling Water

“flow under me,

through me,

into me

rinse my spirit, love

the wind will whip me dry”

-J. Ellen Cooper

A few years ago when I lived in Vermont, there was a beautiful waterfall near my house. When I was alone, I would climb over to a big rock overlooking the falls. The sound was immense and it crowded out everything. Leaving me in cool mist and gazing at falling water.

Keene waterfall

Sometimes the incessant chatter in my mind becomes too much to bear. The critical voice, the “poor me” voice.

The couldn’ts and shouldn’ts and have tos.

The what ifs and whys.

Oh the whys.

And the gratitude voice is so small and quiet, and it’s just another sound in the cacophony.

In those moments, I think of it all as a raging torrent of waterfall. And I am standing in it, and the pressure is almost enough to knock me over and the sound is deafening.

And then, in my mind’s eye, I just take a step back, out of the flow and into a damp crevice. The waterfall goes from overwhelming and hurtful…


to beautiful and removed. A cool mist on my face and enough distance for all those voices to blend into a single sound. And that single sound blocks out all my thoughts.

I wish you that peace today.