My first Christmas in apt 1428 my roommate, Marie, and I threw a Christmas party that we called the 12 Dips of Christmas. Yes, we invited people to our apartment to literally eat twelve different kinds of dips. I know. You’re jealous you weren’t invited.
Is inviting a lot of people over for your own version of the 12 Dips of Christmas a good idea this year? Probably not, but you CAN do it with your family. WHAT a fun Christmas Eve or Christmas Eve Eve. Everyone bring a dip. Everyone bring a game. Dips and games. Sign. me. up.
We had a variety of sweet and savory dips. This cookie dough dip was a favorite. It made me happier than Buddy the Elf when he saw a dog. And the Feliz Navi-dip in the background is Emily Bites’s chocolate fruit dip. It will have you prepping for a prospero ano y felicidad. (I took two years of Spanish in high school and two in college, and I’m not 100% certain what that translation is).
You can’t fully see what the label says, but my favorite Christmas song inspired label was “What Dip is This?” Is it really clever? No. But it still makes me giggle. We didn’t make all the dips. We bought several because no matter how hard I try nothing I make will compare with Publix’s spinach dip and buffalo chicken dip. Our friend, Alison shared her version of this meth on a chip a few weeks ago though.
My friend, Kate, always has a container of her mom’s salsa in her refrigerator. It’s probably my favorite thing about her. Kidding. Kind of. So it had to make an appearance at our salute to communal food. to And yes, her mom’s name is “Chicki”.
Marie was in charge of making crockpot hot chocolate. She thought that it would be just like making it on the stove top. Aka a very quick process. Well, crockpot hot chocolate usually needs about two hours. She started the process about thirty minutes before our guests were to start arriving. We still call it “Joe Pesci hot chocolate” because she was in the kitchen muttering so many incoherent ugly words like he did when Kevin McCallister was causing him much pain, while I was sitting on the couch wrapping our party favors. Everyone got to leave with a mini bundt cake because I am who I am.
The best part of this whole shindig? The next night when we spread all the leftover dips across our coffee table while we watched Jim Carey’s Grinch (because it’s the only one that matters).
Now go dip it on the mountain, over the hills and everywhere.