Classic Bill

The perfect snack isn't the snazziest. It's the tastiest—and the most simple.

That's wehre Bill comes in.

I don't ever use a measuring cup because as my sister likes to say, I'm a free spirit (but I'll go ahead and guess to help guide you!)

First, we start with tender, juicy chicken breasts. I usually do two or three to feed a group of ten.

Shred those babies up.

Place them in a glass pyrex container (one with a lid is a God send).

Then, pour about half a cup of hot sauce (Franks, baby!) into the container along with half a cup of ranch (Hidden Valley Ranch, baby!) and half a package of cream cheese (whatever you want, baby!).

Put into the oven for five minutes at 400 degress. P.S. I don't mix yet, because cream cheese is stubborn. Once it's been in for the five minutes, take it out (please use oven mits) and stir contents until decently mixed. Stick that sucker back in the oven for another ten minutes or so, take 'er out, and mix 'er up!

Sprinkled a bit of cheese on top and put back in the oven for a minute or two.

And boom!

The best dang chicken dip on this side of the Mississippi. (Though I doubt any one in the west can top it).

Get some pita chips, naan, tortilla chips, carrots and celery sticks and go wild!

(For vegetarian, forgo the chicken.)

RECIPE:

• 15-20 oz shredded chicken

• 1/2 cup hot sauce (Franks, baby!)

• 1/2 cup ranch (you know who to choose)

• 1/2 stick cream cheese (it don't matta')

• shredded cheese for ~effect~

• All the dipping items your dipping heart can dream of

Now imagine, you arrive at your friends house. There's some snacks. Some weird meatball looking things. An odd bowl of cheese mixed with something green. Fake cheese disguised a nacho cheese. As if!

But then you see it. Your husband, wife, best friend, mother, nephew—whoever! Walks in with a pyrex dish filled with ooey-gooey buffalo chicken dip! And not only that, but the items included to dip? Your dipping heart is dip-dapiting all over the place!

Now, no matter the outcome of the game, you get to go home with the knowledge that you had the bomb-digity, ooiest, grooviest, dip in the game. It's warm (becuase cold dips can be freaky), it's cheesy (because a dip without cheese doesn't actually count), and its got chicken (becuase red meat makes your tummy hurt).

What, pray tell, is better than that?

Nothing, my friend. Absolutely nothing.

Except, maybe, a margarita and some queso.

But this is the superbowl! We'll save that for another holiday :)

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Thank you and enjoy your dip!