After searching my way through several supermarkets across two states, I finally located a bottle of Green Goddess salad dressing in Iowa. I always thought Nebraska was the place where the 70's went to die, but couldn't quite, yet it was the land of swine and roses that came to the rescue. Sure, I could make my own, but who wants to stand and snip chives and mash anchovies? I was only able to locate one brand, made by Kraft. It is considerably less green than I remember the stuff.
Green Goddess salad dressing was quite popular in the 60's and 70's and then slipped away when the fad for unnaturally fluorescent food waned. The vibrant red sauce on a prawn/shrimp cocktail, the strange almost phosphorescent glow of lemon Jell-O, Green River soda pop-it was all so gloriously fake. Who wouldn't want to dump Green Goddess all over their salad? Communists. That's who. That's why Russian Dressing was re-named, Western Dressing in the Midwest. You knew where someone stood by whether they ordered Western or Russian dressing.*
Should you be unable to get to Iowa for a bottle of your own, it might seem reasonable to go looking for a recipe on the internet. Don't do that. A quick Google search revealed all manner of heresies against the Goddess the worst involving the addition of mashed avocado. Green Goddess dressing should have tarragon (or tarragon vinegar if you can't find fresh herbs) parsley, chives, black pepper, sour cream, and salad cream or mayo. It also requires anchovies. Green food colouring is not optional. Sure, you can omit it, but then it is tarragon/chive dressing, not Green Goddess. The Goddess demands appropriate worship.
1 cup mayonnaise
1/2 cup sour cream
3 tablespoons tarragon vinegar
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1/3 cup finely chopped parsley
3 tablespoons grated onion
1 tablespoon chopped chives
1 clove garlic, crushed
1/8 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon black pepper
Green food colouring
Blend together. Chill several hours before using.
No avocado! And for fuck's sake, no basil either, this isn't a pesto.
OK, now that the salad is sorted...
Hey, that's not a field, that's the photo-op at the Union Pacific Railroad Museum! Well, you didn't expect me to go all the way across the bridge to Iowa and not stop for a few turns at the train simulator, did you? And yes, we stopped at the thrift store in the Dairy Queen because...it is a thrift store in a Dairy Queen.
Ann Taylor sailor trousers-Goodwill (I somehow managed to avoid showing the button sides in dozens of photos. Trust me, they're there and look as stupid as they sound).
Linen blouse-K Mart
Fragrance-1000 Jean Patou
We also stopped at the K Mart for the back-to-school tax-holiday sale. Danny scored two new pair of "gym shoes" (that's "sneakers" or "trainers" to people that didn't grow up in mid-century Chicago) on a buy one, get one for a dollar sale.
* There's a long history of re-naming foods to reflect the status of other countries with the U.S. from "Victory/Liberty Cabbage" to "Salisbury Steak", to "Freedom Fries."
I hope the weekend is finding you in fine spirits. I plan on spending the weekend in fine spirits-mostly gin.
And some tonic.