"Irish salads," you say...
When I lived in Wiscahhhhhhhnsin, I chose to judge a chili cook-off when it was my department's turn to more or less host a potluck at one company. I was quite amazed to see what passed for "chili" in Wiscahhhhhhhnsin: sometimes ground beef and sometimes beans and sometimes tomato-based sauces. But after that, all bets were off...
Most submissions were inexplicably festooned with spaghetti noodles, and/or elbow macaroni, and/or rice. White rice. Most had one or two cans of whole kernel corn egregiously floating around in them, along with other assorted mixed vegetables such as one might find in a proper beef stew. Is that...french cut green beans...and ruffle-cut carrot disks? And, oh god please no, at least one had cabbage sliced into sauer krautesque strings. My initial general confusion was met with general confusion. All these nice people honestly thought they were making chili...
just like their ancestors did back in the Bavarian Alps, I guess...You know, I never really got the hang of Wiscahhhhhhhnsin food.

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Also, we're having pizza tonight.