Spicy Corn Dip Anyone?

So, I feel I have neglected the blog for a while and I do apologize. I do. But last night's excitement most decidedly has to be blogged about. I think I just ended that sentence in a preposition. I don't think you are supposed to do that. I am throwing caution to the wind and am not going to try to figure out how to rewrite it so it doesn't end in a preposition. Such a rebel! I know!

Our friends Tabs and Flip (neither are their real name, but I like to protect the innocent) invited us over last night to watch the most boring national championship game in the history of mankind. Talk about a beat down. The most exciting part was when North Carolina put in the walk ons! Wait, wait, I am getting off track....

So our friends invited us over to their home. I offered to bring my spicy corn dip. It's been known to make an appearance at a tailgate or two and people seem to love it. The recipe makes A TON of corn dip- way more than any four humans should ever consume, so I normally half it. But not this time. I definitely doubled the darn thing and then realized I didn't have Tupperware big enough to fit it in. Another preposition. Damn. So I got out my glass Pyrex and shoved it into the bowl and slapped a lid on it and put it in the fridge to keep cool while I finished getting ready.

My loving husband came home, changed clothes and we decided we better get going because we had to stop and get chips for the delicious corn dip. We crated the pugs into the laundry room/hallway like we normally do and got in the car. I then realized I had left the corn dip in the fridge. I sprinted back into the house, climbed over the dog gate to get to the kitchen and grabbed the gigantic bowl of dip. And then I started thinking, maybe I should bring some wine too. I mean, people like wine, people like corn dip--I would for sure be a hit at this shindig.

So I grabbed a bottle from our "collection" and then thought, well maybe I should bring some beer instead. Does beer go better with corn dip? Yes. Definitely Yes. So I reached up for the good beer only to find there were only 5 bottles in the 6 pack. Apparently my loving husband had done some quality control. This is when I started to get frazzled.

Thinking bringing a bottle of wine with corn dip was better than a slightly used 6 -pack, I put the beer back and went and grabbed the wine again. Then thought well, maybe we could bring a grab bag of beers- you know an "assorted" six pack. Wine goes back. Assorted Beers come out. Then I thought this might be trashy. Beers go back. Wine comes out. Finally I concede this was the best I could do and start sprinting in heels back to the garage. I come to the dog gate, which, I think comes up way past my knees.

One foot makes it over the dog gate. The other foot does not. Heel gets caught in gate with leg up in the air. Pugs are quivering. Giant Corn Dip in glass bowl goes FLYING. I cradle the wine like a football. I land in the splits on top of the dog crate. Giant Corn Dip in glass bowl is still in mid air. I am still cradling the wine trying to get up from the splits and catch the Giant Corn Dip in a glass bowl. I fail. Corn dip finally lands and glass bowl is shattered into 1.5 million pieces. Corn Dip. Is. Everywhere. I am still cradling the bottle of wine, which is now also covered in corn dip.

I start screaming my loving husband's name, but he is sitting in the car in the garage waiting patiently for me, oblivious to my cries for help. I am trying desperately to get up, keep the pugs out of the glass and still protect the wine. Finally. I get to my feet only to slip on the corn dip. Tears start. Pugs go outside. Garage door flies open and cries for help continue.

About 45 minutes later, the mess is cleaned up, but our laundry room reeks of corn dip. I sliced my finger on a piece of glass and am still trying to milk some sympathy from the loving hubs for all its worth. He lovingly told me that my finger would coagulate and I would be just fine. I showed him the nine bloody band aids I've gone though to get back at him (He is such a wuss when it comes to blood).

I resorted to bringing wine AND beer and no corn dip to the party last night. Such a sad day.