I forget the year

It was New Year's Day and late enough in the early morning for folks to be up on a welcomed day off from work. Things had been hectic but somehow it was all pulled off. The quiet hung on this day of rest.

There wasn't much food in the house except parts of a left over chicken from two nights before. Someone suggested that chicken salad be made but a search of the pantry produced no mayonnaise.

As luck would have it I remembered seeing a recipe for that particular condiment in one of the cookbooks around. The ingredients consisted of: egg, oil, lime, salt, and vinegar and thanks for my passion for Gin and Tonics there were limes in the house and we usually have all the other ingredients.

I pulled the food processor from the top of the refrigerator and drizzled the oil into the rest of the ingredients while the metal blade spun a clockwise whirlpool of mayonnaise-to-be. Two minutes later it was finished. A minute before that, I was finished with mayonnaise.