Before you think I’ve gone off my rocker I will preface this post with this setup: strawberries and cream. Strawberry ice cream. Strawberry cream cheese. And I’ll keep going with my setup: I’ve also heard of strawberry coulis served with duck and strawberry pasta sauce. So I’m not a complete and thorough madman to be mixing strawberry jam and mayonaise.
Okay, here’s how it happened. I’d made myself a little sandwich out of leftover grilled chicken, cherry tomatoes, and mayo on rustic white. I saw the jar of excellent strawberry preserves my wife had bought at the farmers market. I saw one little leftover piece of bread. I saw the knife, with a schmear of mayo on it. 1. 2. 3. I was eating strawberry mayonaise on bread.
It was good. Was it savory? Was it sweat? I don’t know. It was sweet, tart, rich, bready, satisfying. Like cranberry sauce and gravy and stuffing. Or grapes and mayo in whatever that grapey mayo-y salad is. Good luck trying to convince anyone to eat this. I dont even really recommend it. It’s just kind of good. And kind of weird. Too weird not to report.