Wednesday, April 4, 2012
I have cravings for it. I think it's the raw garlic and parmesan cheese, with that earthy, dirty anchovy undertone all made good and simple and safe for your sainted aunt with fresh lemon juice. Why do I say fresh lemon juice..? Who uses the stuff in those ghastly little yellow plastic lemons? Where was I? Oh, garlic upon garlic. The oil-toasted croutons rubbed while hot with a raw clove. The rain of fine cheese as the salad is tossed. Barely firm, still-warm eggs. The snap of romaine lettuce in the teeth. The crack of smoky bread.
You have a Caesar story. You know you do. What's yours?