2014: The Best & Worst This is the time of the year when writers coast. They dream up their totally subjective best and worse lists for the year that's rapidly coming to a close. Why? So they can focus on the important things...the holidays. So with that in mind:
Yes, there was Fast Eddie and Hud and Brick and Cool Hand Luke and Butch Cassidy and Henry Gondorff and a score of others, but perhaps Paul Newman's greatest creation was Newman's Own Creamy Caesar.
Hail, Caesar!
I discovered it this summer and cannot look at a plate of lettuce, spinach or kale garnished with croutons without it.
Who knew that milk, egg yoke, anchovy [isn't that fish?], extra virgin olive oil, Parmesan cheese, Worcestershire sauce [fish sauce?], lemon juice, molasses and distilled vinegar could taste so good? Who knew? But at 170 calories per tablespoon, I can only eat it gingerly once a fortnight.
Egg, Milk, Anchovy
And this loaded dressing comes with a bit of history that Butch Cassidy himself wrote: “In summer stock, 1953, I played Caesar. One matinee, as I felt the phony rubber knife in my ribs, I uttered the memorable line, "Et tu, Brutus?" and slumped to the floor. The assassins shuffled backward as they surveyed the bloody scene. The house was as quiet as the night before Christmas. Suddenly, without warning or explanation, the stage manager's phone in the wings rang. All the way to the back row, it could be heard, "Rrrrring!". Togas stopped rippling. Blood stopped dripping. Eyes were riveted in their sockets. "Rrrrring!" The audience grew restive. "Rrrrring!" And then an actor in a stage whisper heard in Mexico City said, "My God! What if it is for Caesar?" Bedlam. The curtain slammed shut! I knew then that I would create another Caesar. I had no idea it would go on lettuce.”
In
summer stock, 1953, I played Caesar. One matinee, as I felt the phony
rubber knife in my ribs, I uttered the memorable line, "Et tu, Brutus?"
and slumped to the floor. The assassins shuffled backward as they
surveyed the bloody scene. The house was as quiet as the night before
Christmas. Suddenly, without warning or explanation, the stage
manager's phone in the wings rang. All the way to the back row, it
could be heard, "Rrrrring!". Togas stopped rippling. Blood stopped
dripping. Eyes were riveted in their sockets. "Rrrrring!" The audience
grew restive. "Rrrrring!" And then an actor in a stage whisper heard in
Mexico City said, "My God! What if it is for Caesar?" , Bedlam. The
curtain slammed shut! I knew then that I would create another Caesar. I
had no idea it would go on lettuce. - P Caesar Newman - See more at:
http://www.newmansown.com/products/newmans-own-creamy-caesar-dressing/#sthash.xZdsJU5F.dpuf
In
summer stock, 1953, I played Caesar. One matinee, as I felt the phony
rubber knife in my ribs, I uttered the memorable line, "Et tu, Brutus?"
and slumped to the floor. The assassins shuffled backward as they
surveyed the bloody scene. The house was as quiet as the night before
Christmas. Suddenly, without warning or explanation, the stage
manager's phone in the wings rang. All the way to the back row, it
could be heard, "Rrrrring!". Togas stopped rippling. Blood stopped
dripping. Eyes were riveted in their sockets. "Rrrrring!" The audience
grew restive. "Rrrrring!" And then an actor in a stage whisper heard in
Mexico City said, "My God! What if it is for Caesar?" , Bedlam. The
curtain slammed shut! I knew then that I would create another Caesar. I
had no idea it would go on lettuce. - P Caesar Newman - See more at:
http://www.newmansown.com/products/newmans-own-creamy-caesar-dressing/#sthash.xZdsJU5F.dpuf
In
summer stock, 1953, I played Caesar. One matinee, as I felt the phony
rubber knife in my ribs, I uttered the memorable line, "Et tu, Brutus?"
and slumped to the floor. The assassins shuffled backward as they
surveyed the bloody scene. The house was as quiet as the night before
Christmas. Suddenly, without warning or explanation, the stage
manager's phone in the wings rang. All the way to the back row, it
could be heard, "Rrrrring!". Togas stopped rippling. Blood stopped
dripping. Eyes were riveted in their sockets. "Rrrrring!" The audience
grew restive. "Rrrrring!" And then an actor in a stage whisper heard in
Mexico City said, "My God! What if it is for Caesar?" , Bedlam. The
curtain slammed shut! I knew then that I would create another Caesar. I
had no idea it would go on lettuce. - P Caesar Newman - See more at:
http://www.newmansown.com/products/newmans-own-creamy-caesar-dressing/#sthash.xZdsJU5F.dpuf
In
summer stock, 1953, I played Caesar. One matinee, as I felt the phony
rubber knife in my ribs, I uttered the memorable line, "Et tu, Brutus?"
and slumped to the floor. The assassins shuffled backward as they
surveyed the bloody scene. The house was as quiet as the night before
Christmas. Suddenly, without warning or explanation, the stage
manager's phone in the wings rang. All the way to the back row, it
could be heard, "Rrrrring!". Togas stopped rippling. Blood stopped
dripping. Eyes were riveted in their sockets. "Rrrrring!" The audience
grew restive. "Rrrrring!" And then an actor in a stage whisper heard in
Mexico City said, "My God! What if it is for Caesar?" , Bedlam. The
curtain slammed shut! I knew then that I would create another Caesar. I
had no idea it would go on lettuce. - P Caesar Newman - See more at:
http://www.newmansown.com/products/newmans-own-creamy-caesar-dressing/#sthash.xZdsJU5F.dpuf
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