My husband's favorite side dish for the holidays

My husband's favorite side dish for the holidays - Cranberry Salad

Let me start by saying that this "salad" is not healthy in any way, shape or form. Not. At. All! Which is why I only make it three times a year, Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas. It may not be healthy, but it is delicious and a family favorite.

It used to be that my husband was the only one who really ate the Cranberry Salad. The kids would eat a little bit when they were younger. Now, there is a race to see who gets the most. I actually have to ration it and remind everyone to share!

Prepare night before - ground up cranberries, sugar and mini marshmallows

The next morning, add in the rest of the ingredients.

Add in cut up apples and grapes and fold in cool whip

Child approved! (She loves wearing hats)

Cranberry Salad

1 package cranberries
1 cup sugar
3 cups mini marshmallows
1-2 apples, cut in bite size pieces
1 cup grapes, cut in halves
1 container of Cool Whip

The night before, grind up cranberries in a food processor. Pour into a bowl, add sugar and marshmallows. Stir well and refrigerate overnight. The next day, add in the rest of the ingredients. So simple. So delicious. Keep refrigerated until serving.

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