The time has come to declare war on a culinary obstruction that has caused untold grief for contemporary eaters. I speak, of course, of the crouton: a vile, square-like embellishment that gets in the way of tasty vegetables and is completely incompatible with a salad’s raison d’etre. Should our war be successful (and I assure you, it is a jihad), I shall not be sorry to see the crouton expire. No Geneva Convention can possibly apply here. For the crouton is bunk and must be exterminated as swiftly as possible.
Let’s quibble first over the crouton’s texture, which is often as hard and as impenetrable as the Berlin Wall. When one plunges a fork into a salad, one expects the tines to pierce through like a smooth needle through fabric. But let’s say that a crouton happens to be inside the natural trajectory of the fork’s thrust. As the fork dives into a pleasant leaf of lettuce, perhaps hitting a modest portion of a tomato or onion, perhaps pleasantly lubricated by viscious vinegar, the fork is hindered from its final descent because of this dreadful crouton. The fork user looks down, perplexed, and is likely to cry out, “What the fuck?” A moment of perfection, involving fork plunging into salad, forkful of salad moving to the mouth, and tasty digestion, has been denied. And it’s all because of the crouton.
Now granted, the optimist is likely to try again. But if the salad is polluted by too many croutons, then she will face the same calamity. The only cure for this condition is to adjust the alignment of the fork so that it resembles a spoon and scoop sideways. But since this is lettuce we’re talking about here, and since a fork is not, in fact, a spoon, but a four-pronged instrument featuring small rectangular abysses, the lettuce, being often a thin sheath that requires a forced coupling, is likely to fall between the tines. Even if we presume that the lettuce has formed a blanket to prevent any remnant vegetables from slipping through the cracks, the weight of the crouton might allow a fantastic shredded piece of carrot to fall asunder. Gravity, being what it is, will force all remaining salad components to fall from the fork, which is enough to bring even the most hearty optimists of our world to the same ineluctable cry: “What the fuck?”
From a taste perspective, the crouton also fails. Since the crouton has been fricaseed beyond any redemptive value, it seems designed to provide a harder counterpart (in short, variety) to the soft and naturally crispy texture of vegetables. But while you will encounter humans gnawing on raw carrots and tomatoes, you will very rarely see them snacking on a box of croutons. If the crouton itself cannot stand alone, why then should it partner up with the salad?
Further, there is the troubling fluctuation in the crouton’s hardness. Some croutons are somewhat manageable. Other croutons will crack molars. Nobody has been able to come up with a consistency or standard. Thus, the eater plagued by invasive croutons is doomed to this Russian Roulette.
Who was the asshole who came up with the crouton? Was he a sadist? And why did the crouton catch on? Surely, the crouton’s enduring legacy means that someone must like it. If this is the case, where then are the crouton fan clubs?
Perhaps the ultimate test is the crouton’s cultural bearing: While one might prepare a sonnet to a lover, comparing testicles to ripe cherry tomatoes or wanting to “wrap around you like lettuce” or “lick your sweat off like dressing,” can one ensconce the crouton in a salacious or even a romantic context? Not at all. There isn’t a part of the body that is as square or as tough as the crouton. No surprise that, when compared with the crouton, the human body is much more interesting.
Now, now. While they don’t have a place in every salad, if done correctly, they do add a certain “something” to a few of the classics.
Did someone have a bad experience today? Next thing you know we will be seeing the header, “When bad croutons happen to good people”
I for one have snacked on croutons out of the box. Yum!
But, my taste in food, like that in books, is perhaps suspect.
“But while you will encounter humans gnawing on raw carrots and tomatoes, you will very rarely see them snacking on a box of croutons. If the crouton itself cannot stand alone”
What a sad, benighted world you inhabit. Bread, grease, salt, spices, what here is not snackworthy?
Krimpet: I’ll give you pretzels and may of those remarkably addictive party mixes. But croutons? Ick!
Ed, you have no idea what you’re going up against. Suppose you manage to defeat the crouton contingent. Do not imagine that your work would be done! For then, you would be faced with the small but dedicated hordes of those who eat soup almonds.
Soup almonds may be an Israeli specialty, possibly originating in a time in which this country was too poor, too backwards, or too proud to import croutons. The almonds are tiny squares of salty baked dough – sort of micro-crackers, if you will, except yellow. (Here is a link to a picture of a plate of soup almonds.)
Although originally intended as a garnish for soup (to which, I might add, croutons also make a nice addition. Pumpkin soup with croutons? Yum), soup almonds have long ago become a snack. In fact, a few years ago when the major manufacturer of soup almonds launched a publicity campaign for their product, the commercial featured a little kid pouring an entire package of soup almonds into a tiny amount of soup, with the caption ‘Sometimes, soup is only an excuse’.
Do not trifle with soup almond fans, Ed. We are legion, and you may take our croutons, but you will pry our soup almonds out of our cold, dead hands, or perish in the attempt.
Ed, I worry.
I am a crouton eater.
The Croutonic Truth: Though they may not seem so great at first, Croutons are the single most awesome food to grace this planet. Whoever said Croutons were only meant to add flavor to salads should be shot. Salads can go die, this is the age of the Crouton. Croutons are too good for this world. Salads are only meant to water down Croutons so that people don’t get consumed by their awesomeness and destroy this pathetic world in the name of the Crouton. The issue has been ignored for too long, a resistance group has been created known as CIFONGPOS – Croutons In Favor Of Not Getting Put On Salads. The leader, remaining annonymous for now, is simply known as Alyssa. Croutons will never again be just a simple salad condiment. Join the Crouton Cause or be forever consumed by my boredom. Sieg Crouton!
After a brief secret discussion with a high ranked Croutonic agent, it has been confirmed that the Ceasar Salad is an undercover operative working for the Crouton Cause and is to trusted by all CIFONGPOS members and allies.