The miracle of mayo

If you’ve never made your own, you need to. ASAP.

This looks a little yellow, probably because of the lemon juice and zest, and the fact that I use Coleman’s dry mustard instead of Dijon mustard. But it tastes wonderful.

Yesterday, the women of the church I attend held a bazaar and bake sale. I had contributed a dozen bottles of my homemade fermented hot sauce (nearly all of this year’s batch — I held out two bottles for myself). I ended up buying a jar of homemade dill pickles and a tub of homemade peanut brittle, both of them wonderful. I also bought a jigsaw puzzle, still in the original shrink wrap.

One of the homemade items they had was mayonnaise. There were several jars, sitting in a bowl of ice to keep them cool. There was also an open jar and some pretzel sticks for people to take a taste.

I toyed with buying a jar of the mayonnaise, but I realized I could just make some myself, and that’s what I did today. I will be having a ham sandwich for supper tonight.

If you have never tasted homemade mayo, you are missing out. It’s got a rich flavor that the store brands (even the good ones) just can’t match. You will still buy mayo most of the time, but once you’ve had the homemade stuff you remember it, and it will call to you, and you will be tempted to make it from time to time, and of course if you’re planning a special occasion meal there’s nothing like homemade mayo to add a new dimension to your favorite sandwich or salad. As I write this, Thanksgiving is less…