What an exciting season. The holidays, Cranky's birthday, the inauguration, and the playoffs. Soon, Superbowl.
Since it is still birthday month, Cranky wanted a dress rehearsal of Seven Layer Dip, to see if that would be the choice for Super Sunday. He cooked a pot of homemade refried beans, and then I took over (while he watched some pigskin on TV).
Here's the funny part. We figured if he was going to the trouble of making his own refried beans, he might as well use organic boutique beans. He was chatting up a lovely young lady at the Rancho Gordo stand a few weekends ago, bragging about his version of New England baked beans. The young lovely wanted the recipe! Cranky fell apart, and when he tried to pick up a bag of pinto beans, he got flustered and grabbed some pinks by mistake.
But, no mistake. They came out just great, anyway. I'd show you a picture, but they looked exactly like refried beans. Only they tasted better, because they were homemade with real ingredients.
If you eat a lot of refried beans (we do), please try cooking them at home. It was so easy. Do it on a weekend and stash the leftovers in the freezer.
So, the Seven Layer Dip. I don't even know what the seven layers are supposed to be. Obviously, one is beans. And I assume they go on the bottom, because of their gravitas. Cheese, of course. Sour cream (we used yogurt). Salsa, probably... Hm. Avocado?
I only made it to six layers before pooping out. If you can count chopped cilantro leaves as a layer. Cranky got his portion up to seven, with the addition of some home-brined jalapeños (which pegs too high on my burp-o-meter).
A bowl of oven-baked corn tortilla wedges (better than store-bought greasy salty chips).
Yeah. It was pretty good. Really good. We couldn't wait to eat the leftovers the very next day.
You know how you only have Seven Layer Dip every seven years, just as a spoof? I think we're having it again, very soon.
Of course, we'll have to go back and flirt with the bean girl. Maybe this time, we'll come away with pintos.