On Thursday and Friday, this stupid f*&#ing crap happened.
For the record, that is SEVEN inches of snow. And also for the record, the reason the snow doesn’t appear as a smooth, perfect blanket in this picture is because it turns out the puppy really loves playing in the snow.
But wait, it gets better! Last night it was a whopping one degree, so this stupid, stupid snow is all freezing solid and we’re essentially living in a bleeping igloo.
Long story short, it’s been a bit cold and I’ve been a bit whiny. What better to combat this dumb weather than to spice things up with some nachos?
Last night I made nachos for dinner. Like chili, nachos is one of those dishes I can’t exactly screw up too badly. I started with this…
I baked them for about ten minutes to melt the cheese and heat up the refried beans. I added the olives to my own plate at the end because the husband is anti-olive, and then we both plopped a big spoonful of sour cream on our nacho mountains.
I don’t make nachos often enough. I think this was the first time in…sheesh, years, I think. But on an ice-cold night, these really hit the spot!
Oh, and if you really thought I pulled this off flawlessly, you obviously don’t know me very well. My downfall on nacho night:
“Easy open” my butt.
So, what kind of cheese ain’t yours? NACHO CHEESE! (AKA, my husband’s favorite joke of all time.)