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Here are all the ingredient:
Put the beans in the bottom of a pan. We like to smoosh the beans so that the dip is not chunky. Is smooshing a word?
Next, add salsa. We're wimpy and use mild:
Next layer is Ranch dressing. When people have this dip this is the part that perplexes them. Make 'em guess. They'll want to think it's sour cream...but they know that is not it. But for some reason, they don't think Ranch. When you add the ranch, attempt to keep it as a layer and not mix it with the salsa. This is a challenge. Sometimes you just have some nice pink salsa when you are done.
Finally top with cheese. Dont' let small children steal this part. Or put it back.
Serve with chips. If your children are anything like mine...they'll want any leftovers for breakfast. You can always top with other things like diced tomatoes or olives or jalapenos. We don't. Because we don't like them.
Here is our simple recipe (and yes, it's another without measurements. You don't need no stinkin' measurements)
1 small can refried beans
salsa
Ranch dressing
shredded cheese
Add beans to bottom of dish (I use an 11x7 or 9x9 dish. If you are going to use a 9x13, you'll probably want 2 cans of beans.) Spread evenly.
Top with salsa
Add Ranch dressing, Spreading over salsa.
Top with shredded cheese and whatever else you want to add.
Eat with chips. It keeps for about a week in the fridge. If it lasts that long. Enjoy!
(the above is probably the "fanciest" type of page that I do. Most of my pages look like this:
Nothing but words and pictures)
And here is one that is a work in progress - no words yet - it is incomplete in so many ways (and I do NOT mean that it needs any decoration!):
Really…who are the rest of you? Come on, click on comments and say “hello.” Stop lurking. Blog lurking. Blurking. Stop it. You know you want to say “hi” or “hola.” Or whatever. Pretty please. Or I might have to find another stat counter. And obsess a little more.
And then...what is St. Louis without a visit to the Gateway Arch?
Next in line: Marie Phillip’s first novel “Gods Behaving Badly.” It is a comedy of the absurd. Imagine that the Greek Gods have moved from Olympus to a townhouse in London that they were able to get cheaply during the plague…and they haven’t cleaned it since. Because they are Gods. They have all but lost their powers because no one believes in them anymore. Even Eros doesn’t believe in the Greek Gods anymore and he is one! He says to his mother, Aphrodite, “I wish my mother was the virgin Mary.” Bickering Gods leads to seeking revenge on one another…and it takes a very ordinary human to step up and be a hero to save us all.
And while I am reading books that will never be read by my book group, I continue the trend with Zoey Dean’s “How to Teach Filthy Rich Girls.” This is a really clever book about a massively in debt Yale grad with an English degree. And having seen “Avenue Q” – you know that it sucks to be the main character – because what do you do with a BA in English?! If you are the heroine of this novel, you get the chance of a lifetime to have your debt erased by helping two filthy rich girls/Paris Hilton wannabes get into Duke. Take a moment to savor the vision. And the possibilities. One of the funniest parts of the book is the multiple guess questions that are proposed at the beginning of each chapter (she is trying to make studying for the SAT “relevant” to the girls): Choose the analogy that best complements the following phrase:
YACHT : SOCIETY PRINCESS
cardboard box : wino
Chihuahua : rock starlet
Cocaine : supermodel
Fendi Baguette : Sarah Jessica Parker
Drug arrests : Robert Downey, Jr.While we were on the cruise, my husband finished “I hope they serve beer in hell” by Tucker Max…and he handed it off to me. First of all…I apologize to any of you who picked this book up after seeing it on my website…and for some reason thought it was a recommendation from me. It is not. It is a clear departure from most books that I read. I think it could be categorized as the antithesis to the chick lit genre. I will admit that I laughed out loud at several stories…but pretty quickly, the book got old and stale. Perhaps it’s funnier to people who actually know Tucker Max. I am sure that it is hilarious to people who like stories about drinking, whoring, and excrement. And if curiosity is getting the better of you…just check out Tuckermax.com and you can read at least half of the book there. For free.
I’ve been tagged again. My second this week. My second ever. Not that I am bitter or anything. I want to be like Sally Field and yell “you like me. You really, really like me!”
So…what is this meme about? I'm supposed to pick up the book nearest me, go to page 123, find the fifth sentence and then type and post the next three sentences after the fifth one.
Okay…what is closest is the last book I finished: “I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell” by Tucker Max. Ummm…it’s closest because it’s here to give to the next guy that wants to read about such debauchery. It’s hilarious…but just wrong. In oh SO many ways. I think Tucker Max might have an aneurism if he knew that a late thirty something, home schooling mom read his book. And laughed out loud. But…this is a dangerous assignment.
Okay…I’m going to look now. You have been warned. You might just want to stop reading here. If you are my daughter, stop reading here. Go do your school work. This is a post that is not for you. Go away. Find something important to do.
Okay…really going to look now. Found page 123. Yep…this is a mistake. But…you know, I follow rules. (no comments from the peanut gallery) And here is what is there:
“I wait patiently for about three minutes, then I start pounding on the door, screaming at him that I am going to sh*t on his bed if he doesn’t get out of there. A short time later he opens the door laughing his *ss off, and says, “That was perhaps the most prodigious sh*t ever. I just put that toilet into therapy.”
Somehow, I think I’ll never be tagged for a meme again. Or at least not for books. You never know what I might be reading. And that is a pretty “innocent” excerpt. Really. (And for those of you with a love of debauchery and some morbid curiosity…the events after this quote are gross beyond words…and leads to Tucker Max being PERMANENTLY banned from Embassy Suites. And if your interest is truly piqued now…click on the book in my “kat has read” section…so that I can have a veritable river of cash flowing into my coffers from Amazon referrals.)
Now the hard part…who to tag now. I think I have tapped out my "regular" readers. When I did the meme over the weekend…I went to read what everyone did…and who they tagged. And some of those people were so excited to be tagged. I am sure they will be thrilled to be tagged again, right?! What on earth will they think of being tagged by me…when I have only read their blogs once. Will they refuse to get this far down in the post because of my book selection? Will they be so thrilled to be picked, they will ignore my obviously bizarre taste in books? I guess we’ll all find out:
Jill at One Wired Woman
Tracey at Make Room For
Heather at Mindless Junque
Ctina at Tinalina Time
First...brown your sausage.
Then measure out a cup of quick cooking grits. And if you cook anything like Katie does, do it over the sink...so that this mess will stay in your sink and not on your counters or floor.
And then add them to boiling water.
While that simmers, mix your milk and eggs.
Delish!
We serve it with biscuits and fruit salad. Although I have strange children who do not like their fruit to touch other fruits. They are not thrilled that there is pineapple in my fruit salad. And Madalyn only wants the grapes and clementines; and Katie only wants the strawberries and clementines and maybe a watermelon piece. Picky, picky.
Katie says that it is more fun to eat grits casserole than to make it. Honey...this is why restaurants were invented. And dish washers.
Here is the simple recipe:
3cups water
1 cup quick cooking grits
3/4 tsp salt, divided
2 lb pork sausage, cooked and drained
8oz shredded cheese, divided
5 eggs
1 1/2 cups milk
2 tb butter, melted
pepper
Bring water to a boil and slowly whisk in the grits + 1/2 tsp salt. Reduce heat, cover and simmer for 5 minutes.
In a large bowl, combine grits, sausage and most of the cheese (reserve some for the top). Beat the eggs and milk and then stir into the grits mixture. Add the butter, pepper and remaining salt.
Transfer to a greased 13x9 pan. Bake uncovered at 350 for 1 hour or until a knife comes out clean. Sprinkle with the remaining cheese and bake 15 more minutes. Let it stand about 5 minutes before serving.