As little kids, our parents treated us to dinner on Saturdays if we behaved throughout the week. If the adults craved something other than Little Caesars or McDonalds, we all drove downtown to the Pub, where they served beer-battered fries, spicy hot links, and juicy chicken sandwiches. Of course, my brother and I always ordered plain hamburgers with ketchup or ooey-gooey grilled cheeses off of the kid’s menu instead!
One weekend, our parents turned down a different street and parked in front of an Italian restaurant. Completely culture-shocked, we stumbled up the steps, just to learn that they offered fettuccine alfredo, spinach ravioli, and garlic bread, but no hamburgers or grilled cheese. They didn’t even have a kid’s menu to color on!
I wasn’t ready to be a big girl just yet, but I had no choice. After staring at the grown-up menu, I finally selected the Caesar salad, only because it shared a name with my favorite pizza place! When the waitress set it in front of me, I stabbed a single piece of lettuce and slowly chewed.
And I then proceeded to (politely) shovel my entire salad into my mouth before either of my parents got through half of their pasta plates. That dressing was good!
I no longer have the energy to run around all day like my 8-year-old self, so I can’t quite afford to slather all of my salads in Caesar dressing anymore. But this lightened creamy Dijon dressing does make for a tasty alternative!
One last thing! I’m thinking about writing a short series on the basics of food photography composition. I’d really appreciate it if you would vote in the one-question survey below!