My (new) Blue Heaven

We've all crammed into the Highlander -- especially Rhonda, way in the back in the flip-up seat that's only supposed to fit a couple of noisy kids -- taking some close, personal, and reasonable friends down to the world famous Farmers Market down on 3rd and Fairfax -- Jim and Anne, Greg and Lori -- and we get to trying to figure out what we're going to barbeque for that night. No better place to start shopping than what the kids are now calling The Grove (which has the $12.75 movie tickets that have to be the most expensive in the world at this point).
Eventually we stumble into Monsieur Marcel's Gourmet Market. Why? It had air conditioning. That's really all that mattered at the time. And lots of cheese.

This friendly guy putting out samples of his high-end cracker spreads catches us in his dragnet and starts telling about how to use this blue cheese dressing on the rib-eye steaks, how to use his balsamic vinegar-and-cream-cheese spread on crackers ... I'm trying to find ice cream, not cream cheese.

Anyway before I know it, we're loading up on this stuff at $6.80 a pop. Voluntarily ....
Fast forward to dinner, and we're inhaling it.

It's lathered all over the meat. On the vegatables. In the salad. It's about to go on the dog's food and into the Hagen Daas. Of course, we gotta find more. We're impulsive. We could either head back to the Market -- did we say anything about how freakin' hot and humid it was down there yet? -- or track down this D.P. Parker, the guy who owns this company (and possibly related to former Dodgers first baseman Wes Parker, which we have to insert her to keep this sports-related) and was putting on the sample spread gave his the website for his company. Look on the jar label and there's the website for his company, Grassroots Dips, so we can figure out how to order more. Then we see there's a bunch of stores around here who carry it.

And here's the real sports angle to all this ...

On D.P.'s site, he explains how he was having a party, had his friend in Seattle ship him down some shrimp and salmon and "we still needed something to accompany these dishes. Suddenly, during a commercial break of Sports Center, I had the brilliant idea to mix up some roasted red peppers and cream cheese for the party. I served the spread at the party and people went really crazy over it!"

So the point here is this: Give this a try and let us know if we're just nuts for injecting it into our veins right now (and forcing Rhonda back into the kids seat so we can go out to buy some more) or if we should back this guy in a public stock offering.

And we are going to smuggle it into the ballpark next time we go. What could be a more perfect combo than a virgin Dodger Dog smothered in My Blue Heaven spread?

(And I'm firing down a chipotle spread on a hunk of bread right now, so give me a few seconds to respond to any comments).