I don’t know yet. But now I have an excuse to lay before the wife the necessity of a first consul (dictator) apple pie to be smothered in purple dyed vanilla ice cream. Alea iacta est.
No, but if someone wanted to, there is (was?) a restaurant named Caesar’s Salad, where it might seem appropriate to do so… I’d expect them to have something special in mind for the day… hmm, let’s see… Oh, apparently it closed last year.
No. First, I don’t like creamy dressing for the most part. Second, I avoid egg yolks when it’s easy. Third, I didn’t trust when it is made from scratch that they used pasteurized eggs (whomever made the salad). Fourth, I’m not keen on parmesan, heavy garlic, croutons…yeah, pretty much I never order or make Caesar salad.
It is the anniversary of my first date with my husband.
That’s really funny. Actually a lot of times on Tuesdays I order a salad from Season’s Pizza because they have buy one get one free which is a great deal. Today I wanted something from different from my usual tuna salad and I ordered a caesar salad. I didn’t even think about the irony.