So yeah, I know. Caesar Salad doesn't get its name from Julius Caesar, which is fine with me cause it's not like I'm some kind of Julius Caesar fan. But I am a fan of Caesar Salad. I remember when I first tried it: Picture it. I'm with my dad, in a suburban Jersey mall. We're hungry after looking at junior ball dress after junior ball dress. He orders a Caesar Salad in the Food Court and offers me a taste. It's delicious! I order it myself the next time I am at the Food Court, this time in New York's northern suburbs. I take a bite -- ewwww! I would discover that what I bit into was an anchovy! This was not in that first Caesar Salad! I learned to ask to hold the anchovies, and later, I learned to ask to hold the egg-laden Caesar Salad dressing all together. And that was that.
Until my friend Tricia gave me a copy of the cookbook "It's Only Natural," from a cafe in suburban Connecticut. And I brought it home to my Harlem apartment, and I whipped up the Caesar of my life. Or so I thought -- until Jess made me the Caesar Salad from the testing of Veganomicon in her Portland apartment. It was tangy and creamy and wonderful in every way. I looked forward to the moment that I would make it myself, and that day was today.
2 comments:
i remember my first Caesar salad. i ordered it at a T.G.I. Fridays and i hated it.
i do like casear salads now. have you had the one at Laughing Planet? minus the Parm it's vegan. quite tasty, it is.
i haven't tried it, but now i know to do so!
i like the ones at vita and the alleyway (old local beet) -- but neither of them is as good as the nomicon one!
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