The ranch dip conundrum

Posted at 1:00 PM Apr 30, 2009

By Andrea Grimes

Ranch dip is the most wonderful thing I can think of, besides kittens and whiskey and The Sopranos.

And yet, it seems that ranch dip gets a bad rap. People scoff when I dip my pizza in ranch, and they scoff when I dip my wings in ranch. But I'm telling you what--if I could dip ranch in ranch, I would do it.

Worst of all, ranch has an unfortunate association with sorority girls. Here in Texas at least, eyes roll when I order ranch on the side of my sandwiches, salads and Pad Thai. "I didn't know you were a Mega Slutta Slutta!" People joke. People are cruel.

I think ranch dip deserves better than to be associated with some bimbo stereotype. Ranch gives so much, and asks so very little back. All ranch says is, "Will you pour this powdery goodness into a tub of sour cream and enjoy my creamy deliciousness sliding across your tongue?" Sure, there's a joke to be made here about sorority girls and creamy deliciousness and a related possible explanation for why ranch has the aforementioned unfortunate association. But I'm a classy lady, and I'm not going to make that joke. Because we're just talking about how awesome ranch is.

Readers, am I alone in my love of ranch?
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