So, the other night I went to a ladies only party for our church. Our church never ever partys and so when it does, gosh darnit, I will not miss it. I signed up to bring a salad and whilst perusing the grocery store trying to decide upon a salad that tickled my fancy I wondered why it was proving so difficult.
I have pms, I thought to myself. What I wanted was chocolate.
So I did the only logical thing. I googled Snickers salad. I had that once. And by george, I would have it again.
This is the ingredient list for said Snickers salad:
Now, if this doesn't scream salad, I do not know what does. Naturally, it only costs $25 to make this salad. And if you ask me, this amount of money on one salad is never worth it. Unless you need to eat salad. And that salad has to have Snickers bars in it.
The apples negate the marshmallow creme. I read that somewhere.
Okay, so I go home and whip together this vision of health and happiness. A snickers for you, a snickers for me. And on and on we go.
While at the party we played a game called See How Many Women You Can Cram At An Outdoor Table During A Wind Storm.
Since I have PMS, I was sweaty and therefore enjoyed the slight breeze through my burgundy mane.
Yes, my hair is burgundy.
There was a woman at the table, 2 people away from me, eating away. When all of a sudden she says, "This is the most delicious potato salad I have ever had."
I looked over to see her eating the salad I brought and a giggle escaped me.
"Umm, there are no potatoes in that salad."
She peered down at her food, "huh? Well what is it then?"
"Sugar. And a couple apples." I said.
"Well, no wonder it is so delicious!"
And that, my friends, is how you make potato salad for the premenstrual and most certainly the menopausal.
Her, not me. Or maybe me too. Who's to know? And really, who cares when you can eat Snickers bars in your salad...