Cobb Salad

My mom and dad don't eat lunch; in fact, they rarely eat breakfast. They're those odd creatures that subsist on half an apple in the morning and the other half for lunch. Sometimes they'll go out for lunch, but when they do they're too full to eat dinner. I don't know where they get this trait as both sets of my grandparents were devoted to their three meals a day. A trait, I might add, that I have inherited. My dad always points out that I take after his side of the family because I have to have my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He thinks it's strange, but I'm fairly certain that he might have it backwards. When I was younger, my California grandparents were big fans of having lunch "at the club," and of course I loved to join them. I don't remember what I ate, but I do remember that they both ordered a cobb salad fairly regularly. I would look at this odd combination of eggs, bacon, avacado, and who knows what else with interest. On the one hand, that salad was beautiful and colorful; on the other hand, it was full of gross stinky cheese and slimy avacado. There was no way I was going to mess with that.


Times have changed, though, and I love a cobb salad now. I was really excited to try Ellie's version of the cobb, because as much as I love this salad, it's not exactly light on calories. I still don't like avacado though, and I left that out. I neglected to grill chicken for the salad, and I 86'd most of the yolks out of my hardboiled eggs (Lucy likes them a lot more than I do!). The result is that my cobb salad isn't exactly the rainbow of goodies that I think a cobb salad should be; rather, it's sort of a red, pink, and white party in a bowl. Nevertheless, it was still delicious. I loved the dressing that went with this salad, and I thought that it was much more refreshing than the usual heavy dressing.