Pass me the salad dressing and memories, please!

A friend (roots from Newport Beach) posted this on Facebook...'this' is a recipe for Coco's Parmesan Salad Dressing. Coco's is/was a casual restaurant in Newport Beach. And back in the day, everybody fell in love with their salad dressing.

Coco's Parmesan Salad Dressing
-1 c mayo
-3/4 c buttermilk (you can make this yourself by setting the milk out for 5-10 minutes. Then add 3/4 tbsp of lemon juice or white vinegar to the milk. Then let it set again for 5-10 minutes.)
1/2 c milk
1/2 c grated Parmesan cheese
1/4 c cider vinegar
2+ cloves garlic...crushed
1 tbsp lemon juice
1 tsp Dijon mustard
1/2 tsp fresh ground black pepper
3/4 c sour cream.

So tonight I made it. And it was pretty good!

Food does bring back memories: who you were with, what you did before or after going out to breakfast, lunch or dinner; the troubles you faced at that time (were they really there...or just a figment of my imagination?), how would you finagle your way to stay out later than the deadline that your parents set? And on and on and on.

One night a few years ago, my youngest brother came in from Florida, to meet with friends who were in the same biz...doing bank repos for properties all over the country. I happened to be in Newport Beach, too.

Those guys invited me to join them for dinner. This
brother really makes me laugh..and his friends do, too! But with an 8 year age gap between us (yes, I was older) I was more 'out' than 'in.'

These were the ones who had some type of access to the local high-end private golf country club. They had somebody there that would 'borrow' the know, the sticks that mark the hole in the green.

Somehow, they managed to get those pins to the beach, and play 'sand golf,' playing through the people who were laying on the beach. They would clear the beach (with authority), and proceed to play with very straight faces, while they hacked at the sand. I never cease to have these outrageous pictures in my mind, about the tourists who they would move out of their way. I literally was crying in my iced tea, while they spoke about the good ol' days.

And all I had to do, was to make the salad bring this to mind.

Good food, good memories, good times, and nobody was hurt.

Oh, Tim...when you came out last year with the anybody missing some sox? I have them here and found them when you left.

oh well.

Live richly, marilyn


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