Stupid Salmon Appetizer
This really shouldn’t even be classified as a recipe, but…a few years ago I went over to fellow mommy’s house to help plan yet another painful school fundraiser (a job hazard when you’re a professional fundraiser — everyone wants you on their Fundraising Committee). You know the scene: eight mommies get together on a weeknight to plan an event that really should take about 45 minutes, but you spend 3 3/4 hours together going off on tangents, like how much you hate such and such a teacher, or gossiping about the really, really bad kids, or questioning if the rumor is true that the principal is applying for a job outside the district. Before going to such a meeting, I always say a silent prayer to the universe that the hostess-mommy has laid in a supply of wine because while I usually don’t imbibe on weeknights these meetings always make me want to drink enough to take an Uber home.
Back to the “recipe.” So…I walk into the mommy’s house and not only does she have some decent wine, but she has laid out on a salt slab about 50 potato chips each individually draped with a piece of smoked salmon. Wow, right!?! Perhaps due to the wine consumed that evening I shelved the “recipe” into the recesses of my mind until this past week when I was trying to think of something to make for my husband’s birthday dinner that went with his annual request of clam pasta. Bingo: smoked salmon on potato chips. And you know what — he swooned. And so did my girls. And then I made it again with chives on top a few days later and everyone thought it was genius. So here you are, minus the salt slab.