Zam's goat milk ranch dressing part two

 

Hi Natty!  How are you, Honey?  I hope everything is peachy for you over there.  It's Monday here.  I swear Honey, there's less time between the Asr and sunset prayers than ever before.  I'm not imagining this, I had to hustle just to get a few stupid things done.  I think the earth's spin is changing direction, which would account for weather distortion as well.  I did have time to clean Adolf's ears this morning.  I bought a lemon yesterday, which is useful for all sorts of cat remedies.  He didn't enjoy the ear wash at all, and he spent the rest of the morning sulking by the window.  Poor kitty!  What a cruel world!  Don't worry folks, he cheered right up when I had snacks after lunch.

Ray-yanch!  Ah gotta have mah ray-yanch!  How do you like my cowboy accent?  Do you think it's white hat or black hat?  As you can see Honey, my goat milk ranch dressing turned out successful.  It's so thick and creamy!  It might as well be blue cheese, but it's ranch!  The annoying thing is that it didn't need salt when I tasted it, but it needed salt when I dipped my fries in it.  And fries are salty!  What's up with that?  It must be some kind of profound fries philosophy.  It could be too thick though, as if that were a problem.  It's nice to have thick dip, don't you agree?  Next time I'll just use liquid whole milk, and make the ranch slightly runnier.  Goat's milk doesn't really make it taste any different.

In other news, I finally got a response from Elizabeth Fraser about the lyrics for "Frou-frou foxes in Midsummer Fires".  Of course, I would get the communique via her society.  What a star she is!  As you can see below, the actual lyrics fit her better than what I came up with.  Mary said that she has to relearn the song, now that she knows the real lyrics.  Thank you, Elizabeth Fraser!