Snickers salad is a dessert salad consisting of a mix of Snickers bars, Granny Smith apples, Cool Whip or whipped topping, marshmallows, and often pudding served in a bowl.[1][2] It is a potluck and party staple in the Upper Midwest of the United States, where the salad is popular alongside glorified rice, Watergate salad, jello salad and hotdish.[citation needed] It is sometimes included in church cookbooks.[3]
Snickers salad is easy to make; the ingredients are simply chopped and combined.[4] As to whether it is a salad or a dessert, popular lore has it that it depends on which end of the table it is sitting at.[3]
It has a rather unique texture being sticky, and crunchy. Clumps are known to get stuck in the teeth. This feature makes the experience of eating it divisive.[2]
The recipe for Snickers salad was included in a 2009 article “Salads worthy of a church picnic” in The Indianapolis Star. The author said that “Despite what all my community and church cookbooks would say, I don’t think anything with marshmallows can really be called a salad.”[5]
The Midwest has the most disgusting food culture I have ever encountered.
It’s like an experiment to see if humans can live entirely on corn.
hypothesis: kinda.
null hypothesis: probably not.
They can not. They get pelagra and die. Happened at some point during slavery or jim crow, I forget exactly, but the Slavers observed that local people ate a whole hell of a lot of corn, so they started feeding enslaved people corn meal, because it was the cheapest thing with calories. Well, the local people knew that if you eat nothing but corn you die and had been doing something called https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nixtamalization Yeah nixtamilsomething. It’s a mesoAmerican word I’m not good with those. But it changes the chemical structure of the corn, makes some nutrients bioavailable, and important means you don’t get pellagra.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pellagra
I just realized this joke had nothing to do with not nixtamilizationing your corn. I have too much horrible knowledge in my brain and I am having issues with that given the current situation in the world.
TIL this… stuff
The universe is an unending garden of horrors, each unique in color, shape, and smell.
I will repay you with a fact in kind:
In cat culture, it is widely regarded as inconsiderate to not offer the opportunity to smell a curious smell.
it is finally undeniable that the united states of america has a culture
it’s amerified scandinavian food so yea
What if we stole the infinite bounty of north america in a centuries long campaing f terror and blood then ate nothing but wet, unseasoned carbohydrates?
How do you fucking escape scandanavia to an infinitely more fertile land and then somehow make the food WORSE!?
You know it’s good if the Indianapolis Star is calling it a salad worthy of a church picnic. We must preserve hwhite culture.
Diabeetus.
Drinkin’ a 2L bottle of mountain dew down by the crick, worshin’ my body with my cousins, eatin’ a big bowl of snickers and marshmallow salad while the preacher dances with a snake. All my cousins hoot n’ holler even though it bites him every dang time.
How’s yo momma and 'dem?
spits on the ground like it’s normal
yip
Oop, 'scuse me
this is an incredible impression of my sister
i would hoot n holler watchin a snake bite a preacher, too. sounds like fun.
Entering from stage right: Raylan Givens.
wtf
Belongs in badposting, tbh
Something about the slightly Great Depression use of “Glorified” to indicate that a dish has been improved or garnished (as in “Glorified Rice”) amuses me. It’s like the culinary marketing jargon equivalent of seeing an Archaeopteryx.