Being Twisted, I have a few odd behaviors: going to bed before my 5 year son, wearing black dress socks with tennis shoes, giving Dramamine to my neighbor’s barking dog……these arebut a few of a rather lengthy list. However, according to my most recent wife (we will refer to her as “Siete”), one of my oddest behaviors happens to be my love of the grocery store. Now, for someone like her who hasn’t seen the likes of the food store in ages, this comes as no surprise; but for foodies like yourself, I am sure this is as common place as dipping your french fries in your chocolate shake……try it, it’s damn good.
As I have said before, I love perusing the isles of my local Fiester and/or the Skaggs, but I do feel a bit deprived. See, I live in the Metroplex and we do not have an HEB Grocer. Now for those not from Texas, this may not seem like a big deal. But for those who do, you know that HEB is like Fiesta on steroids; a truly inspiration shopping experience for foodies like you and me. In its stead, HEB has decided to bring us an up-scale version grocery store, Central Market. A treat in and of itself, Central Market has few rivals; but given that I am on the government payroll (unemployed), Central Market doesn’t currently fit in my food shopping paradigm. Being the holidays, I thought what the hell. Anyway, most people today have little qualms spending what they don’t have (especially that be-ach from California and her cronies on the Hill), why should it matter to me? Surely our kids won’t mind cleaning up the mess we leave behind.
As with most Democrats, blowing my government paycheck on booze and cigarettes seems like the appropriate thing to do. Much to my chagrin, I found out that Central Market doesn’t sell cigarettes, so a crap load of holiday beer and a vat of Love Dip had to suffice. Fun Fact # 1: Did you know that fermented grain and Love Dip are WIC approved? Isn’t it amazing what the government tit will allow! Yet again, I digress.
Getting home, I was eager to show off the fruits of my labor. Much to my amazement, Siete was none to pleased with my shopping wares and to my surprise, she appears to have a temper similar to that of Cautro……maybe this marriage thing isn’t for me???? Knowing that working on my marriage gives me tired head and in most instances ill advised, I decided to focus my efforts on something more meaningful. Knowing times are tough and the payola is short, I have decided to make a run at re-creating this Central Market powerhouse. Here is my twisted version of Love Dip.
2 8oz packages of cream cheese, softened
2 T Bayou Cajun Seasoning
1/8 t cayenne
1.5 t lemon juice
3/4 c sour cream
3/4 c mild salsa
1/4 c purple onion, chopped
1/4 c cilantro, chopped
In a large bowl, combine all the ingredients. Refrigerate for one hour to allow ingredients to marry and cream cheese to firm up. Serve with crackers and/or pretzel chips.