This time of year is normally when I’m ready for summer to just STOP IT, ALREADY, but I have to say that right now I am feeling unusually patient with August. We have had a whole bunch of rain in the last month, so everything is still so green and pretty – nothing has that dried up, peaked look that typically shows up around the end of July. This weekend we even had a little bit of a break in the heat, and Saturday was downright pleasant. I could even be so bold as to say that I felt the slightest hint of fall in the air, but I think we all know that saying anything along those lines in mid-August means that I’d be inviting in six weeks of 95-plus degree temperatures with nary a breeze on the horizon.
So let’s just say that the cooler weather was enjoyable and refreshing. And we’ll leave it at that.
Fall seems to be on my mind a lot lately – I’ve been trying to get our calendar squared away and whathaveyou – and I am just as tickled as I can be that football season is right around the corner. I haven’t hit the point of obsession yet, but it does make me a smidge giddy to think about Saturday mornings with ESPN Gameday and a big ole pot of coffee and the SEC Game of the Week kicking off at 11:30. Other people seem to be feeling the same way. Saturday night we went to a cook-out at our next door neighbors’ house, and it cracked me up that everybody (including me) was already talking about football and tailgating and what food they might fix for the games. Neveryoumind that it’ll be 106 the first weekend of the season and everybody will be doing their level best to fight off a heat stroke. The point is that FOOTBALL, IT IS A-COMIN’, and in this part of the country, we can hardly wait.
In what turned out to be an official highlight of the weekend, one of our neighbors brought a dip to the cook-out that I immediately recognized as one I had never tried. I believe that my affinity for dips has been well-established and well-documented, so it took me every bit of four seconds to ask what the dip was called, what was in it, etc. And when I tasted it – OH MY WORD AT THE DELICIOUSNESS. No kidding: it was the best dip I’ve had since Melanie introduced me to Southwestern Tossed Salad. In fact, it was so good that I had a bite or two of it instead of dessert. FANTASTIC.
This afternoon I was about to go to the grocery store when I decided that I’d add the ingredients for the dip to my grocery list. I haven’t gotten the exact recipe from my neighbor yet, but I think that the Google helped me find a pretty close approximation to what we had Saturday night. I couldn’t wait to share it with y’all because, well, college football starts in a little less than three weeks, and it’s important for all of us to have time to plan for our dip-related needs, amen.
(I was going to copy and paste the dip recipe here.)
(But then I was afeared that I’d be in violation of all sorts of copyright shenanigans.)
(So I figured the link would do.)
Anyway, I just wanted to keep y’all posted about the exciting dip developments in our neck of the woods.
And now I guess I’ll just go sit in front of the TV and stare since the Olympics are over. Or maybe I can consult the Google again and find me one of those sassy leotards that Jessie J wore in the closing ceremonies. It was so funny to see her wearing that one with all the appliqués because I totally almost wore the exact same thing to Publix this afternoon.
But I wore my hot pink leotard instead.