The restaurant where I get my Pho (a Vietnamese noodle soup) is run by a nice lady who makes special treats for me every time I visit. One time it was a peanut butter ball with tiny pieces of apple, another time it was tiny scoops of tuna fish salad. The last few times she has treated my to tiny scoops of potato salad. She watches eagerly until I have some of the potato salad, very anxious to know what I think of it, and asks for comments. She told me that when she lived in Alaska she had a white friend who had taught her how to make this. So naturally, she sees me, the whitest person on earth, and decides I will go nuts over the potato salad. Of course, I have to make a big fuss over it to meet with her expectations. It's rather an interesting combination, though, to have your pho with a side of potato salad. I am thinking about bringing her my Elvis Presley cookbook so she can learn some other "white people" recipes like 'nanner sandwiches. Maybe I will bring her a jar of Miracle Whip.