a touch is enough to let us knowBut we're not sleeping on the job here in Roxie's World, kids. I feel your restless fingers out there, clicking around in search of fresh content, so I've had my nose to the ground looking for a story that would make my legions of loyal fans sit up a little straighter in their desk chairs. (You shouldn't be slouching anyway, you know. It's not good for your back.) Our crack team of newspaper readers and internet crawlers went all the way to the breakfast nook this week to catch the Washington Post in a major factual error, and we decided to break the news right here in Roxie's World. Yes, it's true. Today you get not just snarky or sentimental commentary on news, events, or basketball. You get the truth -- and it's a truth that involves cucumbers and green food coloring. How many dog blogs offer you that?
we're not alone in the universe, even in sleep
--"Twenty-One Love Poems" (XII)
(Photo Credit: Doug Kapustin, Baltimore Sun; 2006 Derby winner, Barbaro, deceased)
Permit me to explain. This coming Saturday (May 5) is Derby Day -- the day on which the 133rd Kentucky Derby will be run at Churchill Downs in Louisville, Kentucky. Moose, as the loyalest of my loyal fans know, was born in Louisville and grew up just across the Ohio River in New Albany, Indiana, which is not nearly as glamorous as it may sound. Nonetheless, Derby Day was a very big deal in the social life of the town. Moose's family never went to the race, not being of the horsey set, but there was always a party, and the party always involved excellent snacks, copious drinks, and hours of collective effort trying to spot Cora Jacobs, a prominent local realtor, in the crowd at Churchill Downs in a large hat. Moose's family left New Albany in 1970, but they took the tradition of the Derby Party with them as they moved ever further northward in Indiana. So devoted were they to the cause of the Derby celebration that when word came one Derby morning that Moose's great-grandmother Mimi had died down in New Albany, the party went on. Mimi, everyone agreed, would have wanted it that way.
I digress. Every year around this time, newspapers and magazines not located in Louisville run stories on how to host a Derby party of one's own. The stories, which usually rely on the advice of a transplanted Louisvillian, always offer tips on what to serve (mint juleps), what to wear (the aforementioned hats), and how to set up a betting operation. For the record, Moose has never had a mint julep, but that may be because her grandmother was a teetotaler and her father was a beer drinker. The Post ran its story in the Food section this past Wednesday. (Here it is.) At first, Moose just rolled her eyes at the small bits of misinformation (the claim that local schools close for Derby Day -- when the Derby is and always has been run on Saturday) and the strange menu suggestions (Hot Browns are delicious, but they are more suited to a winter buffet than a celebration of spring). However, when her eye fell upon the recipe for Benedictine, a glorious green dip that has been served in her family for five generations, she choked on her coffee. You would have thought she'd just read that Bush's plan to get out of Iraq was to send more troops to Iraq.
Here's the thing. The Benedictine Moose slathered on the Ritz crackers of childhood and the Wheat Thins of adolescence was one of the simplest things in the world. It consisted solely of:
- one cucumber, peeled, seeded, coarsely grated (and water drained off);
- 8 oz. cream cheese (low-fat is fine, but no-fat sucks);
- 1-2 tablespoons finely grated onion;
- dash of green food coloring
The recipe printed in the Post is an abomination of this elegant ideal. The local informant featured in the story adds mayonnaise, sour cream, and dill to the recipe, and, most shockingly, she omits the green food coloring! Moose wishes to make one thing perfectly clear (as she did in the indignant letter she wrote to the Food section on Friday): If it ain't green, it ain't Benedictine. That little dash of green is essential to this simple, delicious dip. The visual cue supplied by the color helps to bring out the flavor of the cucumber (even better than the salt added to the Post's version of the recipe), and on Derby Day it reminds party guests of the lush green grass of the infield at Churchill Downs. Leave out the food coloring, and all you've got is a boring party dip. Put it in and you've got a poem to spring.
Mind you, though, kids, you just want the tiniest drop of green in your Benedictine. If you overdo, it becomes a day-glo green that most folks are scared to eat. Except for Moose, of course.
To calm Moose's nerves from the shock of seeing a childhood ideal publicly perverted, Goose reminded her of the many horrors of the Guacamole Wars (with or without tomatoes, with or without sour cream, etc.). For the record, we are also purists on the subject of guacamole, though Moose will sneak in the tiniest pinch of salt if the avocados aren't at the peak of flavor. She says the secret to perfect guacamole is to make love to the avocado -- by which she means to touch it lightly and not glop it up with a bunch of other ingredients that get in the way of the wonderful flavor of the avocado. Moose, as I have said many times, is weird, with or without green cream-cheese spread on her sandwiches, but even the native Texan in our household lets her make the guacamole. She makes the finest guacamole in all the world.
Here are some other things you should be dipping into in the lovely days of late spring, as the Bush administration slowly crashes to the ground:
- Bill Moyers' interview with Jon Stewart on his new PBS show, Bill Moyers Journal. Listen as Jon explains to Bill that his process is very similar to the creative genius of Roxie's World. "The important thing is," Stewart says, "that I guess I don't spend any time thinking about what I am or what we do means. I spend my time doing it. And, I think that's I -- I'm not trying to be modest or self-deprecating or in any way trying to do that." Moyers intervenes, "Maybe you don't know why..." Stewart jumps back in, "I'm just trying to tell you -- I focus on the task and try and do it as best we can. And we're constantly evolving it, because it's my way of trying to make sense of all these ambivalent feelings I have."
- The truly terrifying video of Bush (and Laura) dancing at an event marking Malaria Awareness Day. We would embed the video, but we have standards here in Roxie's World.
- Odd piece from the Post's "Outlook" section on a "holy-roller Democrat" who is running against Haley Barbour for governor in Mississippi. We want you to read it, because we want you to start thinking about how much you'd be willing to compromise for Democrats to start winning again in the South.
- Good piece by law prof Cass Sunstein that offers an encouraging reading of the Supreme Court's recent abortion decision. He argues that Justice Ginsburg's dissent in the case, which argues in favor of a woman's right to reproductive freedom on the basis of equality rather than privacy, holds out hope for eventually gaining a more solid legal basis for the right to sexual autonomy.
Update: Take a listen to this NPR piece on the Derby by transplanted Louisvillian Laura Lorson, who mentions Benedictine but does not divulge her recipe for it.