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My mother’s favourite kind of lettuce was romaine, like the one on the photo. She’d go to Deauville market and buy a couple of them, clean them up and serve some leaves on a dish. She didn’t prepare them with any dressing.
She said romaine was so crisp and tasty that it didn’t need anything to enhance its taste. She’d just dip a leaf into a bit of salt and would eat it like a radish with some bread and butter. Maybe she ate it in the Polish fashion…
She always left the core of the romaine for the children. I must admit I found the leaves somewhat bitter. But I liked the core, which is called le coeur in French –the heart– and enjoyed the attention.
Much later, when my daughter was little, I too gave her the core of the lettuce, and she seemed to enjoy it too.