Right To The Point. Or Not!

There’s a lot of excitement and hoopla on the facebook about football starting this week.

I couldn’t care less about football unless there is a party of people watching laughing and talking and plenty of food to eat. I follow the crowd and when they whoop and holler, I whoop and holler.

Otherwise, I know nothing of football unless you count the fact that I cross my fingers each week hoping like heck that Michigan Rich Rodriguez gets beat.  Because hello? Did you hear what he did to the West Virginia Mountaineers? It still fires me up to think about it.

West Virginians lovingly refer to the traitor him as Rich Fraudriguez.

ANYWAY.

In high-school, I spent countless hours on the football field because I was a band geek. I must admit, I really hate that term, because that implies that everyone on the field blowing a horn or banging on a drum is a geek. And, I for one, do not qualify as a geek. I know very little about science and I know even less about math. Unless I’m counting votes on the American Idol or figuring up the sale price of a great pair of shoes. Granted, the whole band uniform typically makes one LOOK like a geek, but that’s not to say that the person wearing it is a geek.

And, don’t even get me started on the horrid band shoes. That’s a whole ‘nother post. Seriously, someone out there should definitely design a fashion-savvy band uniform with a fabulous pair of shoes.

Anyway, what I was trying to say before I lost my place in the story (something that happens often if you know me IRL) was that I  knew nothing of football except half-time and kickoff because that’s when our marching band did our thing on the field. And, also, because after half-time I would make a bee-line to the concession stand for a corn-dog and an ice-cold coca-cola classic.

You can’t beat a concession stand deep-fried, almost burnt corn-dog slathered in ketchup and mustard.

Being on that field and looking up into the stands at the crowd of people was an exciting experience, however, I bet it was not nearly as exciting for me as it was the quarterback who broke away from the pack to lead his high-school team to a win. I just can’t imagine what that must be like.

Like I said, I know very little about football but I do enjoy a good bowl game party.

The last time I went to a bowl-game party, we enjoyed lots of laughs and some good eatin’ (That’s West Virginia slang for eating for those of you who may not be fluent in red-neck.) And, since I’ve mentioned eating more times that I want to admit in this post, lets get to the point.

Yes, as a matter of fact, there is a point.

It took us awhile to get here because sweet mercy I can talk like nobody’s business but we finally made it! If you’re still reading, I’d like to say bless your sweet soul. I realize I probably lost the majority of folks back at the whole ‘football starting this week’ bit. See, that’s just proof that you shouldn’t judge a blog-post by its opening line.

Where was I?

The point. Yes, the point.

My dip recipe.

Yes, I said all of that to talk about a dip recipe.

I wanted to join Boo-Mama’s Dip-Tacular extravaganza today and in order to do that I have to provide a dip recipe.

You should know that before preparing anything in my kitchen it must meet the following criteria.

• fast
• easy
• fail proof

What can I say? I’m a simple girl.

Without further ado and seemingly endless rambling, here’s my dip recipe -

Cheesy Buffalo Chicken Dip

• 15 oz. canned chicken (rinsed wel in warm/hot water) – you can also use boiled chicken then shred in a food processor.
• 8 oz. cheddar cheese
• 8 oz. cream cheese
• 8-10 oz ranch dressing
• 8-10 oz  Texas Pete, Franks Red Hot or your favorite buffalo sauce ( I actually use barbecue sauce because I am not a fan of hot sauce.)

Add the ranch and hot sauce to balance for the right amount of heat. The ranch counteracts if it becomes too hot, but the hot sauce “kick” makes the dip.

Mix everything together and melt in the microwave stirring frequently. Or you can bake at 350 until the cheese is melted. Serve with tortilla chips, celery and anything else you love to dip!

 

Thanks for stopping by y’all. 

I’ll be camping with my fellas and 12 other families this weekend! It’s a pretty safe bet I won’t be talking about football, but it’s a sure thing that I’ll be eatin’ some good food and wearing some fabulous shoes!

Head over to Boo-Mama for more yummy dip-taculal recipes and probably a lot less rambling.

Tagged as: eating, Fashion, Shoes