10 February, 2015
Buffalo Wing Dip
From artery-clogging nachos to heart-stopping dips, this Sunday night football brings together football fans around the country to cheer, eat, and drink beer (or soda if you’re under 21 and a good, law-abiding citizen).
This year, for the first time in forever, I got invited to a Superbowl party at one of my friends’ houses. The party is potluck-style, so attendees are encouraged to bring a dish to pass. I decided to make some snacking nachos (with copious amounts of cheese and jalapeños) and a buffalo wing dip.
The buffalo wing dip is pretty easy and can be made in a slow cooker. I found the recipe here, and decided to give it a go.
I made a Walmart run this morning, and when I say “run,” I mean I sprinted from one side of the store to the other, gathering groceries from high and low, trying to make the trip as short as possible. The store was bustling with mindless patrons pushing their carts in unpredictable patterns, and I had a D&D session to be at in a half hour.
I sprinted my way over to the dairy section and began my quest for cheese; specifically, crumbly blue cheese. This being Walmart, I assumed that they would have several varieties to choose from. As my luck would have it, there was no blue cheese to be found. Anywhere.
I ran up and down the cooler racks twice, calling out to my friends to act as my reinforcements. We found nothing. Begrudgingly, I settled on a block of extra sharp cheddar, which the recipe had mentioned as a substitute if you didn’t like blue cheese. I figured it would work just as well if you liked blue cheese but the Walmart Gods willed you not to find it.
At home, after the D&D session and an actual e-board meeting, I got to work making the dip. I had just over an hour before my friend was set to arrive to pick the boyfriend and me up for the party, and I had prep work to do.
I recruited the boyfriend to shred the breast meat of the rotisserie chicken. I handed him the plastic box and told him what I needed.
“How do I do that?” he asked me, staring at the sad excuse for a rotisserie chicken.
I opened the box and pointed at the breast meat. “Release your inner caveman and tear the bird to bits.”
While the boyfriend began tearing the creature limb from limb, I started mixing the ingredients in my little crock pot. Originally, I had planned to half the recipe, but after putting the non-chicken ingredients in, I realized I had way more room left (and way more chicken) than I thought I would. Doubling the recipe ended up being the way to go.
I mixed in the chicken and stirred the cheeses and hot sauce until everything appeared to be pretty well mixed. I turned it on low and put the lid on.
Wait, I did turn it on, right…?
*Gets up and checks*
Okay, yes, I did. Thank god.
I write this as I await my friend’s arrival to pick us up and take us away to the party. I’ll provide an update with how it tastes and how it went after the game. From what I could tell, it smelled yummy and tasted pretty good, even when it was cold. It looks… orange. I mean, it’s buffalo wing dip. It’s like four shades of orange away from Cheetos.
While I made this snack for the Superbowl, I’ve had a family member who used to make this dip for almost every family party. It was a hit every time.——
While there was a TON of other food there for people to enjoy, people seemed to like my dip. Fortunately for me and the boyfriend, there is a lot left to snack on while doing homework.