“Wow,” Dawn says, “what’s this?”
“It’s dip,” I reply. “What does it look like?”
It’s not exactly a spicy dip, I think it’s more of a flavorful one. It’s melted cheese mixed in with salsa, with Italian sausage, onions and chopped red and green peppers floating in it. I’ve seasoned it with paprika, and ground red pepper. Call it ‘George’s dip’, if you will. “It looks great,” Dawn says enthusiastically.
“Sure does,” Rochelle chimes in.
We’re all sitting on my back porch. The rain has finally stopped, and the two old Palmetto hands have come over to visit. My wife hasn’t come home from work yet, and I had no idea what to throw together, so I heated up the dip that I made last weekend. I also brought out a narrow baguette, which I cut into thin slices, for the dipping. A great, impromptu hors d’ouevre.
“So, you guys get invited to Vickie’s wedding?” I ask.
“Yep.”
“I’m hoping I’m gonna get a ride with someone?” Dawn asks.
“No problem, I can fit ya.” I dip a piece of the bread in the dip. “Shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Where is Little Silver?” Rochelle inquires.
I sigh. “I think it’s near Eatontown, right?”
Dawn smiles. “I guess.”
Vickie’s going to have a small ceremony, in a restaurant in Little Silver. She’s being married by a man I suggested- the Reverend George Gundy, a Unitarian minister who figured in one of the many movements that made up the opposition to the Iraq war. George Gundy and I went to high school together. He was the guy who sat in back of every classroom in every school- the kid who did hilarious impressions of the teacher. Now he’s renowned for keeping his congregation in stitches at a Unitarian church in Bucks County, over in Pennsylvania.
“You have to give me the recipe for this dip,” Rochelle says.
“What’s to know? Melted cheddar, salsa, Italian sausage, chopped red and green peppers, onions, paprika, ground red pepper. It’s not Oysters Rockefeller.”
“Except I’m not gonna use bread, I’m just gonna use Doritos, or something.”
“Do it to your heart’s content,” Dawn says.
It smells like rain. Again. Nevertheless, good friendship transcends rain, doesn’t it? Good friendship, and good dip.
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