What I'll Serve My Worst Enemy.

Well, the good news is if I ever invite my worst enemy over for dinner, I know exactly what I am going to cook for them.

Oh, you know there's gonna be a picture of the dish.

Give up?  It's a spinach dip.  And I know what you're thinking--how can you screw up a spinach dip.  Oh, you can all right.  Tonight I mastered that skill.

All day long I've been craving a nice, hot, gooey, cheesy spinach dip.  I don't have a good recipe, certainly try and try to find one, but nothing compares to the dips I have eating out.  So I google and find this awesome knockoff claiming to be the same as the one they serve at California Pizza Kitchen.  I have had that dip.  That dip is delicious.  Now, I don't know who came up with the recipe I tried tonight, but it was no California Pizza Kitchen.  It was just plain nasty.  I can't get the smell out of my house, the taste out of my mouth, the memory out of my brain. 

So if you happen to have a dip you are willing to share, I am willing to try it.  It needs to be hot and cheesy and I don't want any monkeying around with fresh spinach.  That's just silly.  If I like it, I'll let you (and everyone else) know.  If I don't, I won't rat you out.  

Let's see what you've got.  It has to be better than the one I made tonight.