I spent nine years in Minnesota and two words have permanently been altered in my vocabulary: hotdish and bars. If you are not a mid-westerner, you may not fully appreciate the nuances of the Minnesotan “hotdish and bars” kind of dietary restrictions, so let me explain.
Hotdish describes any casserole-type concoction you can bind together with a can of condensed soup, cream of mushroom being the favorite. And bars would be cookies. Not bar cookies per se, cookies. These are the classic hallmarks of life in Minnesota. Oh sure, there’s the lefsa and lukefisk, but most transplants from the lovely land of ten thousand lakes are going to forego the “fish packed in lye” for other yummy items.
So if a group of transplanted Minnesotans were to get together for a Super Bowl party that didn’t include the Minnesota Vikings, they just might be inspired to celebrate the Super Bowl and what might have been with a festive Tater Tot Hotdish and yummy Toffee Bars. Throw in some pickled herring and jello salad, and you’ve got some happy folks regardless of the lack of purple showing at the Sun Life Stadium.