Ahhh, Mom’s pineapple cheese salad. Reminds me of when she used to handcuff us to the chairs and tell us to go ahead and scream while spooning it down our gullets. I miss her every day since the hay baler accident. Dinner just isn’t the same.
My joke about being from Iowa is that you could have a salad potluck without ever seeing a piece of lettuce! My family’s wildest is Snicker Salad, Tapioca Salad (marshmallows and mandarin oranges), and Cranberry Salad.
To be fair as someone from Louisiana… All of you should be banned from making food
I’m from Louisiana/Texas with family in the Midwest. When we’d visit for the holidays, it was some disgusting shit. Green, opaque jello molds with random foods suspended in it, pickles and cream cheese on toothpicks, and random “salads” like the ones above. My mom (from the south) made macaroni and cheese casserole one year up there and everyone was floored