It was Super Bowl Sunday, forty-five minutes before kickoff, and my queso had broken. Completely, embarrassingly, grease-pooling-on-top broken. My friends were pulling into the driveway. The chips were already in the bowl. I was standing over a pot of what…
It was a Saturday afternoon, forty-five minutes before my friends arrived for game night. I had three dips ready — queso blanco, roasted garlic hummus, and a chunky guacamole — but zero serving situation to speak of. My mismatched bowls…
It started with a spinach artichoke dip disaster. My friend’s birthday party, thirty people crammed into a backyard, and me showing up with a beautiful warm dip in a ceramic bowl — and absolutely nowhere to put it. The folding…
It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was standing in my kitchen staring at a truly embarrassing situation. My spinach artichoke dip was bubbling in the oven. A giant batch of roasted red pepper hummus was chilling in the fridge….
It was a Tuesday night before a big Friday party, and I was elbow-deep in a double batch of spinach artichoke dip. My old rubber spatula — the sad, warped one that had survived too many hot pans — was…
I have been making whipped feta dip for about eight years. I know that because I can pinpoint exactly when I first made it — a New Year’s Eve party in 2016 where I showed up with three dips and…
I have a reputation at every gathering I attend. People don’t ask me what I’m bringing anymore — they just ask how much. For over twelve years, I have shown up to parties, potlucks, holiday spreads, and random Tuesday night…
I have ruined exactly one spinach artichoke dip in my life. It was 2012, I was bringing it to a New Year’s Eve party of about thirty people, and by the time I pulled the dish out of my bag,…
For about three years straight, I was a Sabra loyalist. I’d grab two or three tubs every time I went to the grocery store, stack them in the fridge, and call it party prep. It was fast, reliable, and honestly?…
I have been bringing dips to parties for over a decade. Hummus, tzatziki, whipped feta, spinach artichoke — I have cycled through them all. But there is one dip that has never left my rotation, not once in ten years….
