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I’m largely vegan. I say ‘largely’ because I’m not strictly vegan. Were I, I wouldn’t eat dairy products. But I do eat cheese pizza and foods that contain milk or eggs. And, when dining out, I do eat fish on occasion. So I suppose I’m a lacto-ovo-pesco vegetarian.
I sometimes look for potato salad at a big box store I frequent. The salad comes in a sizable plastic container. I look carefully just beneath the lid for the expiration date before selecting it. I don’t want to risk getting Salmonella.
I have fond memories of potato salad. Along with Heinz vegetarian baked beans and vegetarian frankfurters, it comprised the simple yet delicious meals we would sometimes have on weekends when I was growing up.
Our family of eight would pack into the family sedan and journey to Coggshall Park, not too distant from where we lived, where we would lunch, gambol and feed goldfish and carp.
There may have been some koi, though we didn’t call them that at the time. I didn’t even encounter the word ‘koi’ till I was an adult.
We’d pack an extra loaf of white bread with which to feed the multicolored fish, which splashed near the water’s surface as they fought for…
