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I love a good salad. You know what I am talking about; robust greens perfectly ornamented with a little bit of sweet, a little bit of salty, and perhaps a well appointed cheese. While I have eaten (and thoroughly enjoyed) many a naked salad in my day, I do adore a perfectly balanced vinaigrette...the gorgeous little condiment which just...pulls the whole world together. I could go on, but my vinaigrette fetish is fodder for an entire post...as pitiful as that sounds. This post really is not about my passion for dressing, but exploring at what point it goes terribly wrong.
I have been quietly obsessing about the following recipe since I found it on the Ball website a couple of days ago. The name excited me because I immediately fantasized about how utterly brilliant it would be to can my own salad dressing ahead of time, have it ever on standby and perhaps share it with friends when the occasion calls for it. However, after reading the recipe I found myself wondering if this vinaigrette would be dressing my salad or tramping it up. You know...the vegetable equivalent to 12 inch heels and hooker red lipstick.
Take a look...
Do not get me wrong,
