
If I showed this to my sister, Jane, she would look at me and say one thing: "Grandma Mary."
Yes, our paternal grandmother loved to make all matter of cold salads involving fruit-flavored Jell-O (she liked lime the best), canned fruits and vegetables suspended, like bewildered flies in honey, in the gelatin. Each plate of the salad was always served with a dollop of mayonnaise, which she would serve with a flourish that never left a chip on her Revlon's Love That Red fingernails (the woman always had a flawless manicure), or disturbed the ash on her ever-present Pall Mall.
Then she would sit down at the dinner table, take a sip from her Manhattan, and say, "I have been seated, so you all may begin."