Perfect!

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No, I am not saying you would like my potato salad.  What I am saying is, as potato salad goes, when I aim for a flavor and texture profile for my own tastes this was it.  Not too this, too that, too much, or too little.  Well, with one caveat.  The potato dices were a little on the large side even for my rustic style.  I felt rushed, and put myself in that position a bit.  Then again I got started when I could, no sooner or later, to be fair.  All good.  I will have to taste it once cool to make sure it is spiced enough.  It will probably need more salt, though... sometimes not.  Taste is an odd thing, goes with moods.

I have about six or seven hours to sleep before I need to wake up, shower to be presentable (and probably shave), relax just a bit, then hit the chicken.  A salt soak helps keep the chicken a bit plumper, more moist, and takes away bad stuff.  I want to soak it an hour before flouring it, so...  Yeah, bed time.  I just hope I can sleep.  With the potato salad done to my liking sleep might be easier.

Good night... morning.