Okay, so I like Ranch Dressing.
Not just on salads, on everything. Wings, burgers, french fries, chicken sandwiches. No proper lady will go out to dinner with me because I’ve been known to squeeze some Ranch onto the back of my hand and then lick it off.
Hey – that’s what you do with salt when you drink Tequila, isn’t it?
Imagine my surprise when Jerri at my local pub in Montana presented me with my very own bottle of Ranch Dressing.
“i’m lovin’ it!”
🙂 😀 🙂
…and I almost called you a wimp over at my blog! 😮
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Hey, I spent three frigid winters in Michigan, that’s got to count for something (besides stupidity)! 🙂
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😀 I did say ALMOST…
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🙂 😀 😦
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If you haven’t yet discovered home made mayonnaise, look up a recipe. Easy peasy to make, in volume, enough to bathe in, can progress to Ranch. I’d say you found a home in Montana and a fine friend in Jerri — who understands and indulges!
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Yes, Montana seems to welcome wayward souls like myself. 🙂
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Love it!
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The personalized quart-size bottle is the perfect size for ranch dressing fetish!
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I actually made up that bit about licking it off my hand. Anything for a laugh. 😀
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Wow. Your own ranch in Montana! ALREADY!! You waste no time!!
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🙂
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You should see me ride horses and milk cows!
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Ha 🙂
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