Potato Salad

When I finished high school, and before I came to work in the laundry in New Orleans, I worked for a lady in Madisonville who had a boardinghouse. The place had only men—I always seem to be in places where there are only men—who worked at the shipyard and boarded at her place. They would come home at noon and we would have to cook lunch. She taught me how to cook a few things. There was another black girl working there and we used to laugh together because this woman cooked so different. Sh