Another Sign Life is Getting Too Complicated
When did salads get so fancy? When I was a kid, most of the salads at my house contained iceberg lettuce, carrots, and tomatoes. And you had your choice of ranch or thousand island dressing. Oh! And if things got really fancy, there were bacon bits or shredded cheese.
Now salads have evolved. Here is what little I know, or think I know, about salads. And this information is probably flawed and dated.
Iceberg lettuce is old school, replaced almost completely by spinach (when it's not tainted) and romaine lettuce. And you have to put thought into what goes together. Almonds go with sesame seed dressing. Sunflower seeds go with ranch dressing. Feta cheese meshes well with oil-based dressings. Rasberry vinaigrette goes with apples and craisins. And yes, fruit goes in salads.
When it comes to salads nowadays, I feel like someone at an all-you-can-eat buffet who has NO IDEA what to do with themself. Putting nacho cheese on top of the spaghetti and chili on top of the salmon. And what's sad is that salads shouldn't be complicated. Who is responsible for making them this way? And why am I getting so worked up simply because we've been given the task of bringing a salad to dinner tonight? It's just a salad! And you know what? I just may make it old-school style and say it's for the nostalgia.
Now salads have evolved. Here is what little I know, or think I know, about salads. And this information is probably flawed and dated.
Iceberg lettuce is old school, replaced almost completely by spinach (when it's not tainted) and romaine lettuce. And you have to put thought into what goes together. Almonds go with sesame seed dressing. Sunflower seeds go with ranch dressing. Feta cheese meshes well with oil-based dressings. Rasberry vinaigrette goes with apples and craisins. And yes, fruit goes in salads.
When it comes to salads nowadays, I feel like someone at an all-you-can-eat buffet who has NO IDEA what to do with themself. Putting nacho cheese on top of the spaghetti and chili on top of the salmon. And what's sad is that salads shouldn't be complicated. Who is responsible for making them this way? And why am I getting so worked up simply because we've been given the task of bringing a salad to dinner tonight? It's just a salad! And you know what? I just may make it old-school style and say it's for the nostalgia.
