The other day I was trying to figure out how to best utilize the tomatoes, corn and peppers my dad sent home with us this week. Then it dawned on me.
There is almost an unsaid nod within my group of girlfriends when we get together for tailgating, boating or some other day long noshing celebration: Who is bringing the ugly? The ugly bean dip, that is. There is never a question of whether or not she will be there, as it would be blasphemy to gather and not have her creamy, dotted with black bean and spiked with jalapeno goodness. The Godmother, Sarah, started making her way back when – when we were still wet behind the ears high schoolers, and the tradition has sailed on throughout the years.