It started as a fridge raid before a family reunion—expired bacon bits, honey packets, and a broccoli floret hail Mary. I almost didn’t bring it. But somehow, that last-minute salad became the family favorite. Aunt Karen asked for seconds. The cousins demanded the recipe. And every year since, my mom sends a text: “Bring THE salad.” What began as a kitchen accident turned into a legacy—proof that sometimes, flavor finds you when you least expect it.