Salad Dressing, Perfect Blessing by Whitmore's Shining Star
Salad Dressing was a perfect blessing when I was in the stable. Clenching my stomach in famished humor, I could use a bowl. A bowl of oatmeal, bowl of General Mills Wheaties, bowl of anything- hot or cold.
Salad Dressing was a perfect blessing when I came home from the lake. I was cold, my legs were a hurtin' and words I was a blurtin'. The sweet, sour, thick, creamy, dream of the bottle came into my mouth with a packaged titled. Paul Newman, Ranch, or Kraft. I don't really care.
My eggs have been baked, my eggs have been fried, now Mamma, I've come to die.
-WHITMORE'S SHINING STAR
P.S. Catie Whalen was my friend. :cry2: