Wednesday Food: What’s the deal with ranch dressing?
Erika is busy today, so I’m going to share with you a reflection on what I regard as the grossest thing you can put on a salad: ranch dressing. My distaste for ranch likely stems from my sister’s habit of dipping literally every kind of foodstuff into it, but as I’ve become more and more “urban” and “cosmopolitan,” I’ve come to develop a refined snobbery toward ranch, regarding it as a predominantly suburban thing.
I know that there is a more or less constant canon of salad dressings — ranch, Italian, French (gross!), blue cheese, and thousand island — that can be obtained at any middle of the road restaurant, but for some reason I view ranch as the default for the suburbs, while some kind of vinegar-based dressing is the default in the city. Could it be that city people are in denial about the fact that they’re eating a salad and need to offset its healthiness? And yet suburban salads tend to be only marginally healthy in themselves, due to another suburban favorite: iceberg lettuce, which is basically congealed water. In the city, we are treated with salad greens that contain actual nutritional value, at the very least a nice romaine.
I’ve only recently come to enjoy eating green vegetables, but I think I can be forgiven for assuming I didn’t like them, given that the default form of green vegetables in a suburban environment is wilted iceberg lettuce slathered with lightly spiced mayonnaise.
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