If you're like me, then your refrigerator has things in it that probably predate the Stone Age.
I discovered this while searching for salad dressing.
Bottles of all shapes with wide-mouth necks hang on the inside plastic shelves of my fridge like grandstand fans at the ballpark.
They're like those cans of nails in the garage — the ones that you collect because you know you'll use them, but never do.
I have dressings with fancy names like Shallot Vinaigrette. Then there's Baltic … and that old standby: plain French
I wonder if they have American dressing in France. And what would they call it?
The problem, I guess, is that no matter how they try to sell, advertise and market it, bottled dressing just isn't that exciting. And if we think it's dull, imagine how the salad feels.
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