No Super Bowl spread would be complete without a mass of cheese disguising itself as a dip, so here she is! This fondue-like mess is chalk full of yummy bits- jalapeños, chorizo, cilantro and tomatoes, just to name a few.
Apparently there’s some sort of sporting event taking place in a week; a sort of nationally televised gladiator type thing. Eh, who cares?!
Ha. Yeah right. It’s here!!! The moment we’ve been waiting for all year. I don’t have a pony in this race, but seeing as how I’m from Maryland and am surrounded by Ravens fans, I might have to throw my support their way. I’m still up in the air.
It happened you guys. Call it a gust of wind in my sails. A wind beneath my wings. A fire under my butt. The dawning of a new day.
Maybe it’s the killer Redskins game I went to on Monday. The hustle, bustle, and merriment of the holiday season. Or just more sleep. Whatever it is, like my boy Constanza says, “I’m back, baby!“
I’m super-mega pumped to bring you some great holiday ideas and recipes in the coming month, so let’s get started!
It stinks. It really stinks! And yet, you keep leaning in to smell more. It’s gross. It’s really gross! And yet, you can’t look away. It tastes weird. It tastes really weird! And yet, you keep going in for another bite.
This scenario pertains to me as a kid and pimento cheese. It scared me. I wasn’t sure what it was. The stuff was bright orange. But, for some reason, I loved it. It could have been that in my mind pimentos were some magical creatures, but it was yummy and weird, all at the same time.
I’d like to think my more mature, and delicate palate appreciates the subtle nuances that make this delicacy a staple on most Southern tables. Or maybe, I just realized that it’s full of cheese and tiny little red things.
It’s been a long held belief of mine that hand pies would be the next big thing to hit the food truck craze. They’re small, they’re cute, they’re portable, they’re easily adapted for the sweet or savory lover.
They also conjure images of Patti Lupone stuffing them with humans… but I digress.
Your usual Thursday parts of wit, pith, and mirth will be played this week by beer, cheddar and weenies.
Take these three ingredients in. Let them wash over you. Now go. Make.
We did it. We survived the first week of the 2012 football season. RG3 made a lot of people in my parts remember why they ever signed on for Skins fandom. Peyton made me remember why I love him so, even in that terrible orange jersey.
And stomachs all across this great land cried out for Tums, and a week of rest.
With that thought in mind… on to the dip!
The Fantasy line-up is set. The jersey perfectly rumpled. The beer cold. The chips and dip aplenty. Dish with clear line of sight of the southern sky – for maximum Sunday ticket reception.
It’s here dear friends. The day of days… NFL FOOTBALL!!!
You didn’t think we were gonna make it out of rhubarb week without a visit from my dear friend Beer, did you???