Herself: Learning to be flexible instead of sticking to my routines..
Once long ago as I started into my adult years, I ate a Cobb Salad at the original Brown Derby in Hollywood. I’d never eaten one before. Mother poo poo’d me for wanting to eat there, and she poo poo’ed my choice of a salad for lunch. My seams might have been straight, but she was wrong about the food.
Brown Derby Cobb Salad: from Group Recipes.com:
• 1/2 head iceberg lettuce
• 1/2 bunch watercress
• 1 small bunch curly endive
• 1/2 head romaine
• 2 Tbsp. minced chives
• 1 chicken breast cooked, diced into small cubes
• 6 strips bacon, cooked and diced (Thick good stuff!)
• 1 avocado, peeled and diced
• 2 medium peeled tomatoes , chopped and seeded
• 3 hard cooked eggs, peeled and diced
• 1/2 C. Roquefort cheese, crumbled
• Brown Derby Dressing:
• 1/4 cup water
• 1/4 cup red wine vinegar
• 1/4 teaspoon sugar
• 1 teaspoon freshly squeezed lemon juice
• 2 teaspoons salt
• 3/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
• 3/4 teaspoon worcestershire sauce
• 1/4 teaspoon dry mustard
• 1 small clove garlic, finely minced
• 1/4 cup full-flavored olive oil
• 3/4 cup salad oil
• A note from the Brown Derby: "The water is optional, depending upon the degree of oiliness desired in the dressing."
• Blend all ingredients together, except oils. Add olive and salad oils. Mix well.
The dressing had already been tossed with the greens that day. There the salad sat in front of me in all its rows of minced glory. I’d never seen anything minced before. Mother whacked at foods and aimed them at the table. This was a carefully crafted work of art that amazed me that day and still amazes me in memory.
Yesterday’s salad tasted right, but it was no minced beauty instead reflecting the times. Lettuce leaves were giant chunks, the blue cheese was more than generous in its clumps, and the chicken, bacon, and avocado hunks were bite sized pieces unto themselves. I was pleased to note that there were not only several vegetarian choices, but a Vegan choice on the menu too. Note, I am not mentioning the crème fraiche tart.
Mother would have felt right at home.