So, I went shopping for the ingredients in this Beige town I live in and couldn't find the colored marshmallows anywhere. That just figures! I had to make a white Ambrosia salad. I also couldn't find Go Girl anywhere on the shelves, and while this has nothing to do with the story, if you are shopping at Albertson's on The Old Road, they now keep the Go Girl in the PRODUCE SECTION. Waiting for the salad to chill was just like waiting for a doctor who took too long-- I kept opening the fridge door to see what was going on. Each time, I took a bite to see if it was chilled enough. I think I even heard my Nana shaking her head in despair (in heaven) each time I did that. And it was so, so, so good.
But then I got to thinking about the ingredients.
Somebody totally high on drugs in the midst of the worst PMS cramps and migraine had to have invented this salad. Who else would think marshmallows and sour cream would be a good match? Someone who needs chocolate at 3 AM and doesn't have any, that's who. Those are ingredients you toss together because it's what you have and you are desperate and all the stores are closed.
It turns out that Ambrosia salad is now what you make when you have the worst ever migraine and no drugs. It is the drug.
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