FIC: "Ranch Dressing" by Febobe (1/1, G)
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febobeThis is based on a 25_foods prompt - Salad Dressing! Enjoy. More of these to come in future. :) This is also from the Life Out of the Ruins universe, in which Frodo and his companions live in Nashville, Tennessee in the 21st century...and of course learn to experience many of the same things we enjoy. Like bottled salad dressings. ;)
Hugs,
Febobe :)
"What is it?" Frodo asked, sniffing curiously as he held the bottle of thick white and speckled liquid to his nose.
"It is called 'ranch dressing,'" Aragorn explained. "You pour a little over your salad, to offer more flavor."
Sam blinked. "I don't reckon I ever did see anything that looks like that poured on any salad back home," he said. "Are you sure it's safe?"
"It *smells* interesting," said Frodo, tilting the bottle to pour a little onto one side of his salad, starting and pulling the bottle back when it began to flood out. "Well, I suppose that's plenty for now!" he said, holding the bottle out to Sam and tossing the salad together with the dressing using his fork. "I suppose I'll see what it tastes like."
"I'll try some too," said Merry.
"And so will I!" said Pippin. Sam looked dubious, and quickly passed the bottle to Merry, who poured a liberal helping onto his greens and passed it on to Pippin.
Frodo took a bite of ranch-dressed lettuce.
He blinked.
At once he put his fork in for another mouthful.
"Oh, that is *good*!" he exclaimed a bite later. "And you say there are bottles of this at the market?"
"Yes," Aragorn said, smiling. "Rows and rows of bottles of different kinds of dressings for salad. But Allison said that this is one of the most popular, and she thought you might like it best. When you are stronger, we can go shopping and allow you to select other kinds to try, though I should warn you that some of the shelves are more my height, or Boromir's, than yours."
"I'm sure we can fix that to find something this tasty!" cried Pippin. "I'll stand on Merry's shoulders if I must! Can't I, Merry?"
"We'll find you a stepladder instead," said Merry between bites. "Come on, Sam, try it. It's creamy."
"I don't know," said Sam, looking anxious. "But if Mr. Frodo thinks it's not too bad, maybe..." He poured just a little onto the edge of his salad, stirred it a little with his fork, and tasted.
At once his eyes went wide.
"Oh, I don't think I've EVER tasted a salad like *that* before, sir!" he said, and reached for the bottle again. "That's quite nice! Like the way they do salads in Rivendell, maybe, but creamier. With just a little bite to it."
"Exactly," said Frodo. "Aragorn?"
"Yes?"
"I hope you have another bottle of this here. I don't think I shall want to eat another salad without it ever again."
-the end!-
Hugs,
Febobe :)
"What is it?" Frodo asked, sniffing curiously as he held the bottle of thick white and speckled liquid to his nose.
"It is called 'ranch dressing,'" Aragorn explained. "You pour a little over your salad, to offer more flavor."
Sam blinked. "I don't reckon I ever did see anything that looks like that poured on any salad back home," he said. "Are you sure it's safe?"
"It *smells* interesting," said Frodo, tilting the bottle to pour a little onto one side of his salad, starting and pulling the bottle back when it began to flood out. "Well, I suppose that's plenty for now!" he said, holding the bottle out to Sam and tossing the salad together with the dressing using his fork. "I suppose I'll see what it tastes like."
"I'll try some too," said Merry.
"And so will I!" said Pippin. Sam looked dubious, and quickly passed the bottle to Merry, who poured a liberal helping onto his greens and passed it on to Pippin.
Frodo took a bite of ranch-dressed lettuce.
He blinked.
At once he put his fork in for another mouthful.
"Oh, that is *good*!" he exclaimed a bite later. "And you say there are bottles of this at the market?"
"Yes," Aragorn said, smiling. "Rows and rows of bottles of different kinds of dressings for salad. But Allison said that this is one of the most popular, and she thought you might like it best. When you are stronger, we can go shopping and allow you to select other kinds to try, though I should warn you that some of the shelves are more my height, or Boromir's, than yours."
"I'm sure we can fix that to find something this tasty!" cried Pippin. "I'll stand on Merry's shoulders if I must! Can't I, Merry?"
"We'll find you a stepladder instead," said Merry between bites. "Come on, Sam, try it. It's creamy."
"I don't know," said Sam, looking anxious. "But if Mr. Frodo thinks it's not too bad, maybe..." He poured just a little onto the edge of his salad, stirred it a little with his fork, and tasted.
At once his eyes went wide.
"Oh, I don't think I've EVER tasted a salad like *that* before, sir!" he said, and reached for the bottle again. "That's quite nice! Like the way they do salads in Rivendell, maybe, but creamier. With just a little bite to it."
"Exactly," said Frodo. "Aragorn?"
"Yes?"
"I hope you have another bottle of this here. I don't think I shall want to eat another salad without it ever again."
-the end!-
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