So there we were…sitting on the couch…watching baseball…(watching The Yankees)…on a ridiculously hot day…eating a Cobb salad…and I thought to myself…I feel so American right now. And it was fun. And we hooted and hollered as Derek Jeter tied Lou Gehrig’s record for 2,721 hits…and I wondered if the neighbors could hear our cheers. And never having been a sports fan in my life, I thought… I could get in to this.
But please. Don’t get your hopes up about Fantasy Football. I just don’t think I have it in me.
For our Salade Americaine
I used “Little Gem” lettuces which are a cross between a butter lettuce and romaine. You could easily use either one with tasty results. I then made a creamy dressing using creme fraiche (but you could also use a combination of buttermilk and sour cream). I minced some tarragon and stirred it into the creme fraiche. Then I added a few splashes of champagne vinegar and a few glugs of extra-virgin olive oil and lots of freshly ground black pepper, and whisked it together. I tossed the lettuce with some of the dressing and put it on the plate.
I placed a spoonful of black-eyed peas on one side, some diced Jack cheese on another side, and a huge dollop of caponata on another side. Tomatoes went smack-dab in the middle. More dressing drizzled over the whole thing, and mmm, did it hit the spot.
What? Caponata isn’t American? Creme fraiche either? Harumph. We live in a melting pot baby!
Oh, come on. I know I left out the ham…so call me a bad American. But I think you’ve heard my rant on rules already…