The only thing separating conjealed salads
from renewed culinary stardom,
in my opinion,
is its name:
This is NOT good ladies.
Of the things that conjeal in the world ,
I can’t think of one I want on my plate.
we know conjealed salads are different.
If you , like me, first saw one jiggle in the sunlight
at some special family event,
loaded with mystery fruit,
with your little girl eyes level with the picnic table,
then you know they are family works of art.
They are desserts labeled as salads,
they are every color of the rainbow,
and aside from their hidden treasures,
they are self-firming.
They just need a new name!
That is my mission this week on White Spray Paint
in what is evolving into family food week.
What do you think?
Throw a name in the hat!