You can tell a lot about a person by what dressing they put on their salad. I, myself, grew up a Ranch girl, along with my mom and sister. My poor dad was of the
I grew up thinking Italian dressing was only for pasta salads and Olive Garden... until I went to Italy and realized that there is a whole new world out there for Italian Dressing I didn't know about.
Now, I am a ranch girl because you can basically put it on ANYTHING! Pasta, pizza, chicken nuggets, salad, rice... the list is endless! I prefer to make it myself with ranch mix packets, because the preservatives in the bottle make me pucker. But you will never open my fridge without seeing a bottle of homemade ranch nestled between the milk and the eggs.
These days my family has felt I betrayed them when I took a liking to Caesar. There is something about it that just makes me want more! Now, don't get me wrong, Caesar will never replace Ranch in my heart because let's face it, it only tastes the best on wraps or salads... you can't put Caesar on pizza and chicken nuggets and get the same effect!
The other day I was sitting outside with my friends when I mentioned that I was craving a big Caesar salad. One of them asked: "Have you ever had it with fresh anchovies?"
"Oooo GROSS!" I said disgusted at such a thought. Now, don't get me wrong, I love fish as much as the next person... but anchovies on a Caesar salad? No way!
She started laughing.
"What?" I asked.
"Didn't you know that anchovies are one of the key ingredients to Caesar dressing?" she asked me nicely.
"You're kidding me?! No way!" I was feeling a little dumb, but even more grossed out.
"Yeah," she said. "Go look at the ingredients on the back."
I was pretty sure that my brand of Caesar was cheap enough to not have anchovies in the ingredients. So before I checked, I made up a big salad and poured the dressing on. It looked and smelt fabulous! Then I checked the ingredients on the back...
I looked longingly at my salad, and felt suddenly sad. Could I possibly eat it now that I know? It still tastes the same right? That doesn't change. So it shouldn't matter. And it wouldn't have mattered if I wasn't pregnant. But I am... and things like this get to me.
This time, the salad tasted like fish! It was probably my imagination... but I couldn't help it! I started gagging a little more with each bite. After about 3 bites, I couldn't do it anymore. It was like the time when I found out my favorite Mexican tacos were made out of cow tongue. As much as I loved it, my mind wouldn't let me stomach it.
I'll try again after the baby is born. Maybe I will have gotten over it by then.
Some things are better not knowing!