There was very little anyone could do to prepare me for what took place in my kitchen just a few short days ago.
It started off as any normal day, much like today. Breeze from the Southwest, colorful spring blooms permeating the air, hair looking like utter chaos.
And then I got snacky. Like, really really snacky. And with my cheese-hating hubs out of town (you just fainted, didn't you?) I knew it had to be cheesy. Like, really really cheesy. And baked and bubbly. With chunks of ham in it. And a dash of cayenne. This was going to be good.
So I got started. Chopped up my ham. Mixed up my three (THREE!) cheeses. Spread it into a baking dish, la dee da, whatevs. Sprinkled more cheese on top because it's my life and I can do that sort of thing. Threw it into the oven. Brushed my hair. Checked Twitter. Checked the ham and cheese dip. Checked Facebook. Watched a video of my American Idol crush but I can't get into that right now because we have heavenly ham and cheese dip to check on again.
And then it was ready. It bubbled. It sang to me. It smelled like the place where dreams come true.
And then I went and ruined my entire life by taking a bite of one of life's greatest gifts. Okay 57 bites.
This is VERY easy to make, but if I pass out while trying to tell you, you'll understand, right?
We have cheese, cheese, more cheese, some ham, a pinch of cayenne and some toasties. My heart is always bubbling.
Chopidy chop chop of the ham.
Dump it all in a glass bowl. In a sec we're going to microwave this mixture for about a minute, to start the softening process.
Give her a stir.
Layer it all up in a small baking dish. Sprinkle more (there goes my heart again) cheese on top. Slide her in the oven for a kiss.
Death. Becomes. Me.
Spoon some over some toasties or crackers or your hand or whatever.
I am dying all over again.
And dead.Bev didn't really die, you guys. Although she did slip into 45 love comas. For more musings, visit her blog Bev Cooks and her Tablespoon profile.