I'm taking my usual Super Bowl Crab Dip to the game tomorrow, and I'm taking along Ritz crackers. It occurred to me that if I really wanted to impress, I'd find some upscale crackers instead, but I guess I don't care about impressions; I'm up for tasty. This may be why I occasionally like iceberg lettuce smothered in Thousand Island dressing, too.
I remember hating salads as a kid. Then, when I was 12, we left Los Angeles for Washington DC in a car (a 1962 Plymouth Valiant with push-button transmission on the dash, no less). On our first night out we stopped at a Howard Johnson's motel. I astonished my parents by eating every bite of the salad I was served with my burger. What sort of salad? Yup, iceberg lettuce with Thousand Island and a big tomato wedge.Posted by Linkmeister at February 6, 2010 11:59 AM | TrackBack