“Creamy,” said my friend Luci Brieger, when I asked how her summer was going. Creamy has many meanings at her farm, Lifeline Produce, in Montana’s Bitterroot Valley—all of them good, all of them rooted in her creamy salad dressing, aka “Creamy,” which tastes like what might happen if Caesar dressing had a love child with a bottle of ranch.
Luci is wiry, with a dark ponytail, wide peripheral vision, and a persona that lacks nonsense. She contends daily with a parade of kids, farm help, visitors, and other “random people” who will, if the coast is clear, dart across the kitchen, open the fridge, and scan for Creamy. Once located, they will search for substrate.
