For years I was convinced that I hated anchovies. I shuddered at the thought of voluntarily consuming them. I thought they were salty and smelled and tasted like a chum bucket (clearly something I eat regularly). Not something I wanted to eat.
But magazines and blogs and TV kept telling me that cooked I would like them. They were nutty and you couldn’t taste them. They just added that little something extra.
“Lies! All lies!” I thought yelled at the magazines/blogs/TV.
As it turns out they were all right. Anchovies are nutty (in a good way, not like Eddie Murphy in well, anything not animated in the last 10 years). I made a mistake. I love anchovies.
I love them in pasta. I love them in Caesar salad. I love them fresh, salted or packed in oil. What I don’t love is anchovies on pizza. That is gross and not acceptable. My dad spent my formative years ordering anchovies on pizza, and any hint of anchovy on my slice would cause me to freak the fuck out. It still might cause my to flip out, but in the name of maintaining my foodie street cred, I keep it on the DL. No, not the disabled list. On the down low.
Chances are, you’re like most of the world (and definitely me a few years ago) and think you don’t like anchovies. Well, if you like Caesar salad dressing, I think you will really like this dressing. The anchovies, wait for it, are nutty. Not fishy in the slightest. I know, I know, such a cliche, but it is true. Why? Because I said so.