This morning I hauled a large bag of partially used salad dressings out of my apartment. Good-bye! I have always had a love-hate relationship with salad dressing. I am the creamy lover as opposed to the vinaigrette. I have tried a billion dressings, very few of which I liked. They were either too spicy, too oily or just downright nasty tasting. Occasionally, I would find one I liked and use it until I was sick of it. Then I was back in the dressing aisle, perusing the pretty labels with beautiful valleys and handsome men. I would take one home and think, ah ha!, this is going to be IT, only to be disappointed. Dating is easier.
I always knew dressings were not good for me, just look at the labels. They should read oil, vinegar, herbs. What are all those unpronounceable thingies? Flavor enhancers and preservatives? Well, I hate the flavors so why would I want to preserve them? I had one bottle in the fridge which had made the move to Alameda with me 7 months ago. Lord only knows how long it lurked in my fridge before that. Why would I want to eat a product which won't self destruct after a year?
There is one salad dressing which completely pleases me. It's a Russian dressing we made growing up in Wisconsin. It's rich and red, BUT the base is catsup. If I make it with an organic catsup and olive oil....I'll let you know how my experiments tonight turns out.
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