Alison Roman Caesar Salad Novels & Stories

"What did you decide, hun?" My smile was a bit wider this time. "I'll have the dinner salad." She reached in front of me and opened the menu. "That's nothing but a few pieces of lettuce, a single cherry tomato, and two slices of cucumber. Try the chef salad and I'll have Dusty throw a little extra on it for you." Of course my stomach picked this exact moment to gurgle, so how could I argue. "Umm, okay, with vinegar and oil please." Exercise and I didn't mix, so I had to settle for walking at a fast pace when I could and constantly watching calories.

“We really need to find some new places to eat. All of the old haunts are getting boring… or complacent.” I sat up and took the bag, setting it aside to put on my shoes. “You just have a strange relationship with food. I’ve never met someone so opinionated about salad dressing before.” “Would you let that go? That poor locally grown romaine was swimming in Caesar dressing. Swimming! It’s a salad, not a dressing soup with a bit of lettuce thrown in as a treat.” I leveled him with a look. “I did it again, didn’t I?” “What? Prove me right?”

No wonder it smelled so good that it wafted into his bedroom. "Do you have any allergies?" I grimaced and shook my head. "None. I was just faking it yesterday." Grayson then pointed to the smallest bowl. "That's carrot and celery salad with orange rice vinegar dressing," Grayson explained straightforwardly. I immediately used my phone to search the internet about the appetizer. Then Grayson's hand moved to the wide, concave plate in the center. "It's beef. I didn't use wine. So it's safe for you."

Arzhel said and flashed a smile. He must have been pressured right now, that’s why he agreed. “Baby, let’s eat,” I told Arriana to get her attention. “You still need to drink your medicine,” I reminded her. She nodded and started eating while smiling. While eating, Arriana noticed Arzhel’s Caesar salad. “Is that Caesar salad, Uncle Arzhel?” she politely asked. Her eyes were shining. Of course. That was her favorite too. Arzhel nodded. “You want some?” he offered when he noticed Arriana gulp.

'' she asked. "My mom's just making some vegetable salad in the kitchen." Regina's eyebrows raised in interest. "Vegetable salad? That sounds delicious. What kind of vegetables is she using?" I grinned, feeling a sense of relief that the conversation was flowing smoothly. "Well, she's got some lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, and carrots in there. And I think she's adding some cheese and croutons as well." "Yum," Rachel said, licking her lips. "I love cheese and croutons in my salad."

"Oh, go ahead. You must be as hungry as I am. I almost ate mine on the way back to the house." "SO! What's for dinner?" "Mediterranean style Caesar salads, with calamatta olives, feta cheese dressing, and grilled lamb. I also got us each a Gyro with extra tzatziki sauce on it, and to drink, I picked up a bottle of Exotic Fruit White Zinfandel. Does that meet with your approval, madam?"

Looking back over the day, I hadn’t even seen her in passing. I was about to go look for her when she walked through the door. My heart actually leaped when I saw her. Never had anything like that ever happened to me before. I smiled as I watched her approach, but instead of sitting at the Head Table with me, she sat at a table with Magenta, turning her back to me. “Tonight, for your dining pleasure, we shall begin with Steak and Blue Cheese Bruschetta with Onion and Roasted Tomato,” Caesar announced, happily clasping his hands. “Then, we shall have a nice Caesar Salad, not named after me.”

“Can’t blame me. Or him. You’re dressed to kill, babygirl. Did I doom myself by buying you that dress?” The waiter appeared with our food before I could answer. Derrick’s pick had been caesar salad that consisted of romaine lettuce, creamy garlic dressing with shavings of parmesan and crunchy croutons. The heavenly aroma of the food tickled me in the nose as the waiter set it down on the table. My mouth watered, my hand itching to grab the fork and allow myself a taste of the appealing dish. I moaned aloud as I took the first bite. Derrick’s brow shot up.

In the end, Caesar said: "Don't worry, after some time, I will visit you and Emilia, bringing your favorite roast piglet." He heard Lola's voice: "Hmm... actually, I now prefer a mix of meat and vegetables, I can't just eat roast piglet, I also need to have some vegetables." Caesar laughed: "Then what would you like to eat? Chestnuts? Flat beans? Olives?" "No," Lola said, "I want toasted bread slices, marinated anchovy, Romaine lettuce, black pepper, egg yolk sauce..." Caesar patiently listened to her finish the recipe, surprised that she could memorize the entire recipe: "Salad?"

"The chef salad is popular." "Do you use organic produce?" she asked, examining her perfect manicure. "We use whatever Rusty gets from the supplier." She pursed her lips. "I'll have a house salad, dressing on the side. No croutons, no cheese, no tomatoes." "So... lettuce?" I couldn't help myself. Her eyes narrowed. "Yes. Just lettuce. And cucumber if it's not too... common." I wrote it down, biting the inside of my cheek. "And for you?" I turned to Kade.