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Easter Sunday Recipe


Lamentation of Christ is a beautiful painting and a noteworthy example of foreshortening.

One of the perks of living in a family that celebrates Easter is food. In fact, since no member of my household actually attends church, Easter really is mostly about the food traditions. It was a lonely holiday this year with just my mother and I at home (come to think of it, Christmas was terribly lonely too!), but that did not stop us from making ungodly amounts of food. I thought I'd share one of my favorite holiday dishes. It was passed down from my grandmother to my mother, and my mother to me. It's called "Heavenly Hash." No, not that kind of hash...

Ingredients:

  • 20 oz. can of crushed pineapple
  • 29 oz. can of mandarin oranges
  • 12 oz. jar of maraschino cherries
  • 7 oz. bag of sweetened coconut
  • 1 3/4 bags of 10 oz. "fun marshmallows"
  • 8 oz. sour cream 
Simply drain the fruit, cut the cherries in half, and put them in a large bowl. Add the coconut to taste. After you stir in the marshmallows, you may fold the sour cream into the rest of the ingredients (be careful not to add too much). It's that simple. If you thought I was sharing some sort of secret family recipe, then I'm sorry to disappoint you. 
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  1. Insomniac's AtticMarch 31, 2013 at 2:52 PM

    It sounds like what we call Ambrosia Salad - my daughter loves it. It's (surprisingly) a little too sweet for me! Although we still make a recipe passed down from my mother every Christmas and Easter - it's one of those jellied salads that tastes more like a dessert than a salad. It's got crushed pineapple, lemon jello, whipped cream and shredded carrots in it. My daughter also loves that. Sweet tooth or what! LOL

    Happy Easter, OddGhoulOut! :o)

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    1. OddGhoulOutMarch 31, 2013 at 4:02 PM

      It's very similar to that, although I've never had proper ambrosia salad.

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