Recipes are born all sorts of ways in my house. Some of them come together because the Southern husband starts reminiscing about the banana pudding his mama used to make. Some are invented because I have heard one too many times about ramen burgers and I absolutely NEED to figure out my own version of them. And some, like this recipe for mozzarella prosciutto salad, are invented because I have collected a random version of ingredients during the day, and I decide to put all of them together. Which sometimes is alarming, and sometimes (like this time) is all kinds of delicious. So here's what happened.

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