My friend Stef isn't a Mormon, but she does love Mormon cookbooks, which she peruses with a sense of affectionate (I think) awe and amazement. She's a first-rate cook--a pastry chef (among other things) by profession--who likes to dabble in all kinds of food genres.
Anyway. When we made arrangements to watch the Super Bowl together, she left me with this cryptic message: "I already know what I'm bringing."
I was intrigued. And, of course, hopeful. Hopeful that she would bring her great guacamole and home-fried tortilla chips, because those are awesome. What she brought instead was perhaps even awesome-er. That strawberry/cream cheese/pretzel "salad" thing that has graced the holiday tables of many, many a Mormon family for the past forty years.
Okay. Time for a takedown.
First. Salad. Don't you love how my people call desserts "salads"? Obviously we like to trick ourselves into thinking we're eating something healthy when we do that.
Second. I always wonder how certain dishes came into being. Like, who woke up one morning and went, "I know! Pretzels and cream cheese and Cool Whip and strawberry Jell-O (with frozen strawberries thrown in) WOULD TASTE SO DAMN GOOD TOGETHER!
Third. As is often the case with these things, it tasted shockingly divine.
Mormons are geniuses when it comes to salads, don't you know.