I’ve always had a burning love in my heart for Bean Dip. But, I rarely ever buy it because I know that when I do , I will not be able to stop dipping my Frito Scoops until the entire can is gone. And even then, I will take my finger and swipe it around the inside of the can to make sure that I get every last lick of The Bean Dip.
The night before last, I made the mistake of buying a can of Bean Dip.
I ate the entire can.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day yesterday and so last night, I made PigHunter go to the store and get another can, but “not for me” for “the boys” because they were all hurt inside that I didn’t “save them any.”
Um, yeah, right. “For the boys.”
I’m pretty sure as soon as I stop typing this I’m going to pop that bitch open and eat it until I can’t eat no mo’.
The Bean Dip is like Heroin. Once that lardy goodness gets into my system, I can’t stop thinking about it and craving it and wanting just ONE MORE CAN and then I’ll go into bean dip rehab, honest to God! I will!
Why in the hell doesn’t that ever happen to me with fruit or vegetables? I can honestly say, with the exception of marinated artichoke hearts, I have never found myself craving and unable to stop thinking about a “healthy food.”
Have you?
I’ve never been like “OMG! I have to have a mother fucking apple right this minute or I will DIE!”
But, I have said those exact words about bean dip.
I wish I could feel this passionately about fruit and vegetables. Lord knows that I have tried. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone to the grocery store to stock up on all of the delicious, healthy vegetables that I am going to eat every! Single! Day! Instead of chips! And pot pies!
And every single time, I have to stand there in front of the fridge, head hung in shame as PigHunter holds up a bag of rotting broccoli asking me “how could you let this happen again?”
We’ve NEVER had that conversation about bean dip.
And trust me, we never will.








I do that every week - buy fresh vegetables, and then come home and clear out all the week-old rotting vegetables to make room for the new ones. Repeat.