I had just finished making my version of ranch dressing and was preparing to decant it into a jar when I decided to turn off the power on the blender first.
Only I hit the wrong button. And the top wasn't on. And I got a face full of dressing. Of course I pulled the plug immediately.
But not before there were glops of dressing everywhere, on the counter and the cabinet doors . . .
. . . on the rug, on the floor . . .
"Into every life," said John, as he went to fetch the mop to clean the ceiling, "a little ranch dressing must fall."
