One reason I like Super Bowl Sunday is because it is the one day each year where I allow myself to eat buffalo chicken dip, the latest dip format to hit the $6 billion chip-lubrication industry during the past decade.
Developed by dip scientist-chefs who trained in Paris and who were loaded off Miller Genuine Draft before deciding to combine their two favorite food groups, the creamy concoction involves a cream cheese base along with shredded chicken breast and like six tubs of hot sauce, and probably butter and a few other ingredients that I’m unaware of. Mix together and eat with Fritos. You could certainly use Tostitos or Doritos or any of the -os suffixed chip brands, but I prefer the Frit variety.
I’ve never actually made buffalo chicken dip but everyone knows I am a super fan. Since we are close friends, I told the hostess at the party house tonight that while I didn’t want to impose, and that it was gracious of them to have people over, if she didn’t make her buffalo chicken dip recipe I would never fucking talk to her again. I was sure to drop the f-bomb in there for added effect to let her know I was absolutely serious about my dip wishes, as she makes the best fucking buffalo chicken dip of anyone I know. SBS is my one day a year to eat BCD and I couldn’t take any risks in having it not be present at tonight’s SBP.
When I think back on it however, I realize Super Bowl Sunday isn’t my first rodeo this year; “rodeo” being an idiom meaning events this year where I’ve eaten buffalo chicken dip. I suppose I could have just come out and said so in that way, as some readers may have gotten confused and believe that I think the Super Bowl involves cowboys riding bucking bulls (or broncos, ha!) or that I somehow attended a rodeo this year where food vendors served buffalo chicken dip. Buffalo chicken dip would be an awesome food to eat during a rodeo, though, no question, because I went to one once and it was pretty cool. The cowboys poured kerosene all over the sandy rodeo arena floor or whatever it’s called, in the shape of a cowboy hat, and then lit it on fire. It was so rad, in part because we were loaded off Miller Genuine Draft, but I have to imagine the experience would have been heightened even more with the presence of buffalo chicken dip. Anyway, to be clear: I am not talking about rodeos. I am also going to write the word “seahawks” right here since I used the other team’s name above and I don’t want to come across as biased.
Other “rodeos” this year: I requested a Golden Globes edition buffalo chicken dip a few weeks back for the eponymous awards show (have not seen American Hustle but have heard mixed reviews and the dip that evening was outstanding); ate all the leftovers during the following week; then had a Golden Globes II edition buffalo chicken dip whipped up last weekend for the Grammys (that Imagine Dragons performance was dope as was the dip).
I also ate buffalo chicken dip during Christmas and New Year’s along with each of their respective Eves, and I reckon you could also count Thanksgiving, which, despite not having an officially recognized Eve it did not stop me from eating my favorite dip then, only we substituted chicken for turkey and Christ’s birthday for one of those harvest cone things with all the fruits and vegetables pouring out of it.
Or is it “substitute turkey for chicken?”
Buffalo chicken dip also made an appearance during 2013’s Halloween, Labor Day, beach week, Memorial day, Father’s and Mother’s days, and Easter. At any given time, there are no less than six one-gallon tubs of buffalo chicken dip in my freezer prepared for when I might need it, such as when a rodeo is on television, or if I ever go to a rodeo since it is unlikely the food vendors will serve it. If I ever get to American Hustle in theaters, or go to an Imagine Dragons concert, I will likely bring a small Tupperware container of buffalo chicken dip and a bag of Fritos to enjoy during the show.
In the end, I guess you could say that Super Bowl Sunday isn’t the only day I eat buffalo chicken dip, today is not my first rodeo, I’ve been to one actual rodeo in my life, and today is not much more unique than any other day except that there is a major football game on TV tonight and my favorite dip will be present. It also occurs to me that I never reminded the hostess to buy fucking Fritos. I have to hold out hope that she remembered; after all, this isn’t her first rodeo.