Last night we had a childhood favorite combination: oven-baked french fries (from real potatoes) with an iceberg lettuce salad drizzled with white wine vinegar, neutral oil, and salt. When I was a kid of 9 or 10 it was what I would order in the fancy dining room of the Ben Franklin hotel in the little Quaker town I grew up in when I'd go there for lunch with a friend. We could walk to it from my house. I thought I was so swank 'dining' in a real white-tablecloth restaurant without adult supervision. Why only salad and french fries, you ask? Because it was all, on my allowance, I could afford.

To this day, that combo still provides a bit of a thrill.