When I was a little girl growing up, my paternal grandmother made a congealed salad every weekend for Sunday lunch. My maternal grandfather would “spring” me from daycare and frequently and take me to the breakfast bar at Shoney’s. When I would finish breakfast, he would set a bowl of “fluff” in front of me …
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