This is one of those things about me that I can't fully explain, but I'm going to do my best. OPP = Other People's Potato Salad. OPE = Other People's Egg Salad. OPT = Other People's Tuna Salad and obviously OPC = Other People's Chicken Salad.
I can't eat other people's salads. Freaks me out. Maybe it's because there's no telling how you make yours. I have no idea what you put in it. And I don't like not knowing what's going inside of me! Maybe it's the sound of these salads as they are being stirred. That sound has always made me a little uneasy. But I prefer to be in charge of that sound. I don't want to eat your sound. Maybe it's because of the way they look. All mashed together like no one really even tried to make them look pretty. Maybe I should change my blog to "Lunatic in the Kitchen".