Jackson recently spent a few days at a friend’s cottage, and when he walked in the door at the end of the weekend he declared that he’d had the best Caesar salad ever while he was away.
He was quick to comment that he didn’t want to offend me, of course, but thought I should know that this particular salad was far superior to the one I make. I’m not overly competitive, but naturally I needed to know what it was about this specific dish that won his heart. Apparently, it was so good he had to have three servings for dinner, something that never happens at home. He readily launched into a detailed description of the crisp romaine, shredded Parmesan cheese, and toasty croutons. Then he paused and said, “I’m pretty sure the salad was made at Costco, because I saw the packaging.”