[:P] If they serve salad in heaven, it will come topped with Blue Cheese dressing. After discovering the alarmingly high fat gram content of BC dressing years ago, I only fantasize about the taste now, saving a rare indulgence for special occasions.
Oh well, my favorite Blue Cheese dressing story: In the 1970's, a girlfriend with good taste took me to Engine House #5 in German Village in Columbus, Ohio for a birthday dinner. Following the "Charlie's Pot" (a not-so-little dutch oven of seafood, baked potatoes, and corn on the cob), the staff did their trademark birthday thing - they slid down the brass pole of the converted firehouse upside down with a birthday cake topped with a sparkler in one hand - this was high theater for a restaurant in Ohio in the 70's. At the next table was a portly, obviously successful gentleman with his svelte younger wife giving their order to the waitress. When she read off the salad dressings, the gentleman immediately chose the Blue Cheese. His slim wife protested, saying "Now, honey, remember your heart..." and the man errupted, shouting "I'll have a whole god damn bucket of blue cheese dressing if I want!". [:O] At this point you could hear a pin drop in the restaurant as everybody froze in silence.
I leaned over to the red-faced wife in an attempt to help and said, "The Blue Cheese dressing IS excellent here..." and people started chatting again. His embarrased wife was quiet the rest of their meal, he got his BC dressing (not a bucketful, but a generous portion), and my girlfriend and I had fun reenacting the scene on the way home. I can never think of BCD without thinking of that mythical "bucketful" to this day.