Turns out the Broncos weren't the only miserable losers Sunday night. Like most of you, we got together with friends to watch the Big Game. Our friend Brian made jambalaya, which turned out really well. Nice and spicy. Neil made teriyaki wings and they all got eaten. But me? Oh no. I made one of the worst party dips in modern history.
I ripped it out of a magazine because the photo looked nice. I thought to myself, "Hmmm, Neil and I like jalapeno. Most everyone likes poppers. This will be perfect." Wrong, wrong, wrong. First, when I mixed the ingredients, it all got very yellow and mushy. In fact, Neil looked at it and thought I'd made egg salad. Second, the use of mustard was way over the top. I can appreciate the tang and tartness that the mustard would add. The acid makes sense when you're working with so much cheese, but this was just too much. Then, the jalapenos that I used had NO HEAT. So, all I could get from the peppers was almost like that raw bell pepper taste, which I don't happen to like at all. I added some pickled jalapenos and their juice to try to heat it up, but it just wasn't enough to do the trick.
No one mentioned it, but Neil and I both sat there eating this stuff and I looked at him and said, quite simply, "I hate this." Fortunately, I don't have many flops come out of my kitchen, but this was one for the books! If you see this recipe, don't be tempted by the picture. Just look away and turn your attention to some queso instead.
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| The year's hottest dip...NOT. |
No one mentioned it, but Neil and I both sat there eating this stuff and I looked at him and said, quite simply, "I hate this." Fortunately, I don't have many flops come out of my kitchen, but this was one for the books! If you see this recipe, don't be tempted by the picture. Just look away and turn your attention to some queso instead.
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