This week, I made a bad decision.
This week, I chose to whip up something called Cowboy Dip. My decision to whip up Cowboy Dip was not a bad decision, in and of itself. My decision to whip up Cowboy Dip prior to my husband leaving town for three days…was a bad decision. The Bad Decision.
Here I sit on my work lunchhour, eating Cowboy Dip. I ate Cowboy Dip for lunch yesterday, too. I also ate Cowboy Dip on Sunday afternoon, Sunday before dinner, Monday as part of dinner, and Tuesday before dinner.
This is the dip that my mother-in-law chose to make for 6 grown men at Brett’s bachelor party. Yet I, a 24-year old lone woman, am scarfing up the bowl. The entire bowl.
This. Dip. Does. Not. End.
With that, I encourage you to go make your own bad decisions:
Cowboy Dip -compliments of Kim Hall, a co-worker of mine
1 C sour cream
1 C real mayo
1 can hot Rotel
2 cans mexican/fiesta corn
1 dash sugar
2-3 bunches green onion, chopped
1 C shredded cheddar cheese
Mix all in a large bowl. Chill for 3+ hours.