Boys will be boys. And boys like football. And cheese. And sausage.
My husband, like so many guys out there and quite a few ladies with a penchant for competition, is a big football fan.
He isn’t as nutty as some dudes out there who are obsessed with their Fantasy Football leagues or who lay down hard-earned cash on the spreads in Vegas. And you won’t find him sporting his favorite team’s football jersey other than on the occasional game day. But you will hear him yelling very naughty, naughty words at the T.V. when a bonehead referee makes a bad call—or at least a call against his team.
Yes my husband is a fan. But my dad…oh my dad. HE is THE fan. Over the years he’s been known to be somewhat obsessive with his viewing pleasures.
He isn’t the type of guy to buy season tickets for his alma mater or go to many pro games. No, his thing is watching it on T.V.—ALL WEEKEND LONG.
This is the man who on big game days, prior to cable and television remote controls—was there ever a time?—would move all three of the family television sets into his bedroom, stack one on top of the other, rotate rabbit ears this way and cock the other that way with as much determination to find the best possible reception as the shoulderpad wearing athletes he was hoping to see. He’d hibernate in there all weekend long, like a big brown bear in the dead of winter, emerging every few hours for potato chips or a diet pepsi.
Those are some of my favorite memories with my dad. I’d wander into the bedroom, hunker down on my mom’s side of the bed and me and my dad would watch football together. We’d talk a little bit, I’d do a crafty project here or there, but mostly we’d just be together, talkin’ two-point conversions and pass interception.
Maybe that’s why I’m such a die-hard fan of Friday Night Lights. Maybe Riggins might have a little something to do with that. I could slurp him up with a spoon. Cancelling the show is the dumbest move NBC has made in years.
But I digress. This weekend I’m going to be heading out of town to celebrate my mom’s 70 years young birthday—seriously, she looks like she’s maybe, oh, 50. I can only hope…
Dad has generously stepped aside from the birthday festivities to allow me, my sister and my two aunts to whisk our mama away for a decadent girl’s weekend in the sun, complete with amazing dinner plans, luxurious spa treatments and much needed girl bonding time to create new memories to last a lifetime.
This recipe is for my husband and my dad, a thank you for holding down the forts while the girlies go out and woop it up on the town—oh yes, I’ve seen my mom woop it up more than once. The dip is the perfect snack for football. The perfect snack for kicking back and watching TV. The perfect snack anytime really. And what’s the penalty in that?
Cheesey Chorizo Caramelized Onion Dip
- 2 cups onion chopped
- 3 tablespoons butter
- 1/8 teaspoon thyme
- ½ chorizo sausage about 6 ounces
- 8 ounce package of cream cheese
- ¼ cup mayonnaise
- 1/3 cup mozzarella cheese
- ¼ cup chopped chives or green onions
- kosher salt
Remove chorizo from casing and cook in a medium skillet over medium high heat for about 10 minutes, chopping with spoon and stirring occasionally. Set aside.
In another skillet, melt butter over medium heat and add onion. Add thyme, season with kosher salt and lower heat to medium-low and cook onion for about 20 minutes until onions become soft and caramelized.
In a medium sized bowl add cream cheese and mayonnaise and mix well until smooth. Add mozzarella cheese, caramelized onions, green onions and mix well. Gently fold in chorizo. Pour into a 2 cup baking dish.
Place on a baking sheet and bake at 350 degree F for 12-15 minutes or until dip is golden and bubbly. Garnish with additional green onion and serve with baguette slices or tortilla chips.
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