That’s a person with dementia. If you’ve been around them, you know.

He sounds sweet!

These particular types of side dishes were special treats for hardworking farm families. They were mostly immigrants from Germany and Scandinavia, and they liked simple foods. High calorie and a lot of bulk, to feed a lot of mouths. (Marshmallows cheap and a byproduct, of course.)

I delved into this once and IIRC it’s a term used for small pieces of different foods, combined and served cold or room temp, not hot.

And truly, pink salad used as a spread on your leftover sandwich the next day is delish. Kind of like fig spread with cheese.

(There was also a jello-based “salad” fit to be featured by the bloggers who share 1950s ads by the food manufacturing companies: jello, shredded cabbage or carrots, and raisins. It was just as HORRID as it sounds. Thankfully my dad hated it, too, so he let us off the hook.)

Absolutely no offense taken! It always amused us GenX cousins that the only edible food at the grandparents’ Thanksgiving tables was this “salad”. Yes, it’s a side, not passed around at dessert time.

Tell the kid making a slide deck that the world is full of legal, creative options to solve all kinds of problems, starting with the drawing tool, the camera on their phone, to the LOC. They might even learn something — isn’t learning to do research the point of that deck?

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Mix that balsamic with equal parts pomegranate syrup or maple syrup, and be sure to pop it back in the oven for a few minutes to caramelize and they can’t be beat. (Esp useful tip if you don’t want spendy balsamico.)

Oh bummer! We’ve got non-animal marshmallows now—probably algal. You can leave the marshmallows out and use more fruit (don’t tell my offspring I suggested this). For a few years my mom used canned mandarin oranges and it was lovely. It’s a nice contrast, w/ sour and slight bitter to offset mains.

The name here is important. No chlorophyll dies in its creation, but it’s a SALAD, dammit, because that’s what my grandmas called it. And it’s and definitely a plant-based side dish, so tell all the prudes to hush and enjoy a little whimsy.

I adore your work and your outlook, so I jotted down my eponymous (and family’s most culturally important) holiday side dish, thus making it *a recipe* and not just vibes and a list. This can be made vegan, thanks to the new dairy-free whipping cream options, or DIY cashew cream. V Midwestern.

There’s a catalog full of copyright-free images by actual artists whom I guarantee can impart the point or emotion they’re trying to convey far better than that slop.

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TBF, Miller’s immigrant forebears “imported terrors” from their homeland; it just skipped a generation before coming to fruition.

As someone with magatty, worst-kind-of-fake-Christian relatives, I feel bad for his non-evil extended family.

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