What is the best thing about being a grown up… and a grown up pregnant woman at that? Making 7 layer dip and calling it dinner. Let me explain…
I read Tina’s post yesterday about a birthday party that she went to with her daughter. Casually she mentioned that she had 7 layer dip. MMM!, I thought. I’m sure if I could feel Baby D that he/she would have been kicking me saying ‘Eat that, Mom!!’
But I pushed the craving aside and went along with my day. Since I missed the first day of spring, I decided to celebrate late by sowing my seeds. First, heirloom tomatoes!
Then I was hoping to bribe Hubbs to build me a garden, so I did a few of his sunflowers, too. Is it sad that I was shocked when I opened the package and the seeds looked like… well… sunflower seeds. I almost popped a handful in my mouth
I moved all my baby plants to the back porch, and that’s when I saw it… the sign.
Last year’s cilantro had fought through the layer of leaves and sticks covering it’s bed; it fought through the cold winter, then took advantage of the recent sun and decided to POP up in full bloom! I knew what it was asking… eat me, please… in a 7 layer dip. So I obliged.
I started with a strong base layer of fat free refried beans, mixed with a little taco seasoning.
Then came a thin, smooth layer of reduced fat sour cream.
A sprinkle of onions, and a layer of tomatoes- 1/2 freshly chopped, 1/2 rotel (for a kick!)
Then came the fresh avocado, which I mixed with fresh squeezed lime juice to protect the color and add some zing.
A sprinkle of 50% reduced fat Cabot cheddar and my garden fresh cilantro later… a delicious dip dinner was born!
I chowed down outside, and somehow managed to leave some for Hubbs. It totally hit the spot! And the Bug has a happy camper, too… she can never spend enough time outside with her sticks!
What’s the craziest non-dinner dinner you’ve ever had?
Mine may be Mexican dip… or maybe in middle school when at sleepovers we’d have veggies and Catalina, followed by ice cream sundaes. Now that I think about it… that sounds much more like a pregnant craving than Mexican dip.