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  • When you grow up in the Midwest, ranch is the king of all condiments. I use the term condiment because it is not used solely as a dressing; rather it is used as a pre-bite baptism …into which each morsel must be dunked until cleansed of its sins.

    There is really no meal where ranch is not welcome. Everyone has their favorite combo. When you see the ranch arrive at the table next to you ...for the dippin' and the swirlin' give the lucky recipient a “Sup” head nod of recognition and take solace in knowing that they too grew up eating fried cheese sticks on a regular basis.

    What’s the point of this story, you might ask.

    The All American Lunch! A most recent obsession…..BECAUSE…..thanks to my guilty ranch pleasure, I can completely justify that fresh breadsticks are a perfectly acceptable meal. I pick up my fresh, crisp stick …hit the red, hit the white and then wash it down with the blue.

    Thank you, America.

    Now I run.
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