Morning. 52 degrees and (surprise!) raining.
Wilted salad at our house was salad greens, tomato, and crumbled bacon, lightly drizzled with melted bacon grease. No milk. We lived in beef country, not dairy. The first time (and last time) I saw milk used as salad dressing was when Roy's North Dakota aunt made salad dressing out of cream and sugar beaten together. His mom's family had a dairy farm. They sold the milk and had leftover cream for their own use, and they used that cream in everything from salad dressing to cooking vegetables and stews. When we moved in together, I asked him if he liked black-eyed peas and okra. He said no. Then I discovered that he'd only had the peas cooked in cream and the okra boiled.

I made him a proper meal and he was instantly converted.
Mind the thorns.