Salad.
But not just any salad. Salad with Marie's Bleu Cheese Vinaigrette salad dressing (sorry, it's a flash site so I can't link directly to it). It must have some sort of crack additive the way I'm craving it. I ate a big salad last night and thirty minutes later got another craving and ate more salad. Today I had another salad and since I'm out of greens am worried I'm unprepared.
It's hard finding this dressing, too! People must be buying it up or something.
At any rate, it's creamy, it's tangy, it's a little sweet — it's the ultimate salad dressing. Get it and all you need is a bag of lettuce. Forget the vegetables with flavor, you will want a pure hit of Bleu Cheese Vinaigrette. I'm thinking about slurping the stuff up straight from the bottle. My yearning for this stuff is stronger than for doughnuts, even Boston Cream, and that's pretty powerful if you know me.
Well, if Pee-Wee can marry a fruit salad, I don't see why I can't marry a salad dressing. It's only the next logical step in the way this country is going if some commentators are to be believed. And heaven knows I'd rather marry salad dressing than one of them!
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