When the onion dip comes out, that’s when the holidays start.
That’s the way it was when I was a little girl, when I was married with a family of my own, and even now with just Mom and me.
That dip is/was the one constant that came with holidays around my home, wherever that happens to be.
Although . . . truth be told . . . there were many a time that I’d whip up a tub for just me, myself and I, for those times when only comfort food would do.
Those once-a-month hormonal visits.
A batch of onion dip with a chocolate chaser was better than any ol’ Pamprin or Midol.
Do they still make Midol even?
A couple days before Christmas this year . . . er, last year . . . I went to town and loaded up on goodies for me and Mom.
Round Table Pizza, spinach salad fixin’s, champagne and orange juice, pot stickers, chicken empanadas.
Sour cream and Lipton’s French Onion soup.
Plus a bag of chips and some Triscuits, for good measure.
No pretty chip & dip bowl required.
I will say I can’t down an entire tub in one sitting like I could back in my 20’s.
I think that’s probably a good thing.
On Christmas Eve, before our Round Table pizza, we had a little chip ‘n dip.
On Christmas morn, after our traditional coffee and sweet rolls, just a smidge of chips and dip.
When New Year’s Eve rolled around, I pushed “Repeat”.
Another Round Table Pizza . . . following our favorite holiday appetizer.
What in the world does onion dip have to do with a Boston Terrier sketch?
Both remind me of my mother. The dog is her furbaby, of course, and brings us joy on a daily basis.
The dip – in limited amounts – not only brings joy to the palate but also stirs up a lifetime of fond holiday memories.
With the holidays behind us and we look forward to the New Year, don’t forget to take a moment to stop and count the blessings you already have.
French Onion dip and boston terriers . . . and my mother . . . are at the top of my Blessings list.