Modern times mean modern changes. Even in non-technology. A few things come to mind. Take modern salads.
There was a time when the most you could expect of a salad was iceberg lettuce. As iceberg lettuce was predominately water, and extremely light on taste, all the tastebud variety action was in the dressing. There were thousands of those, the most popular featuring a combination of ketchup and mayonnaise, also known as Thousand Island. All of the islands bearing a suspicious resemblance to sweet pickle shrapnel.
Then the restaurants started introducing us to romaine lettuce, in both romaine wedges with familiar dressings, and the ever popular Caesar salad, with or without anchovies and dangerous raw eggs.
Then we had "mixed greens", lots of different leaves of indeterminate origin, some looking like they'd recently been picked in the weed patch by the garage.
Which leads me to the current most popular salad green, arugula.
Arugula. Really? America's restaurants and chefs are currently fascinated with arugula. I'm not sure why. To me, it kind of tastes like a, um, leave.
Maybe because it's fun to say. Arugula arugula. Like a clown honking a horn on one of those toy cars. Or a small African country recently about to re-depose a formerly deposed then re-elected dictator.
Or a dance craze from the 60s. Ah yes, I remember when we used to shake our booties to the arugula.
That's another thing that's changed with time. Whatever happened to naming dances? Except for boot-scooting wanna-be rednecks, now folks either do hepped-up old ballroom dances or namelessly shake and shimmy like demented robots. What happened to the Frug? The Watusi? The Swim and the Monkey and the Funky Chicken?
And my favorite. The Mashed Potato.
It went great with any salad.
America, ya gotta love it.
Monday, January 28, 2013
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