I like to give The Foodie Groom grief about some of his eating habits. Because I’m mean. And it’s fun Back in the day, the only green food he would even consider eating was guacamole. And regardless of the restaurant, if they had chicken quesadillas on the menu, he ordered them. When we went out to eat at a quesadilla-less establishment, I used to scout the menu online before leaving home so I could convince him that he wouldn’t starve.

These days, I have a lot less material to work with. I still find myself stuck with that terrible habit of going down the menu and telling him what he would like… even though he’ll try just about anything now. And he gives me The Eyebrow when I say, “Oh, look! They have X. Or Y – that’s made with Z. You like Z.” I might not have a lot to pick on, but I still have barbecue sauce.

My husband uses barbecue sauce the way others might use ketchup. Or salt. It goes on everything. He thinks it’s the perfect food. I mean, he can dip french fries, potato chips, chicken tenders, and his turkey sandwich in it. Heck, he’ll even go so far as to put it on grilled meat every once in a while. And as I was getting The Eyebrow for mocking his barbecue sauce love while I was dipping a bite of pizza into ranch dressing… Okay, so maybe I have a goofy habit or two, myself.

I use ranch dressing the way that others might use ketchup. Or salt. It goes on everything. Is it not the perfect food? I mean, you can dip both french fries, pizza, and broccoli in it. Heck, I might even go so far as to put it on a salad every once in a while.

Ranch dressing is super, super easy to make. You don’t need a pack o’ powder to do it, either. It takes more time to gather the ingredients than it does to make it. I use a blender – I’m a big fan of dump-it-in-the-bowl-and-turn-the-machine-on recipes. You absolutely can chop the herbs and use a spoon or a whisk if you’d rather go that route.