We’re not really in the dog days of summer. When I think of that term I picture early August, humidity that humbles you and days that involve inner tubes, a river, a cooler full of beer and a janky waterproof radio. Those are some dreamy summer days; instead I’ll be super busy making pie after pie recipe and wishing I had central air conditioning. I’m not complaining, in fact, I’m super excited about my summer.
I understand that no one needs a recipe for nachos. I get it. We’re all adults. Nachos are a no-brainer.
And I’ll happily admit that this really was just an excuse for me to make nachos. It was game day and I thought I’d get in the mood with a little chips with cheese.
And then proceeded to watch Teen Mom instead of the game. Good idea.
Before we move on with nachos, can we all just agree that Teen Mom is the scariest show on television? Even more terrifying than Hoarders…
Back to nachos.
I have some nacho theories (um, don’t we all?).
I’m particular about nachos. And can sometimes get an attitude about the way nachos are assembled.