Colorado #2: cheesegasm
"The house was different without you here. At night, the only sounds were the sounds of the house settling. It was kinda spooky."
"Got used to my late-night noises, hmm?"
"Yeah. A bit of music, and the taptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptap of keys. Wasn't quite the same without them."
The cold seared my lungs as I locked and shut the passenger door. Impatient at my slowness, Chris grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him as we ran toward Wal-Mart. He shrieked at the cold and wrapped arms around me ("You're warm!"), all but carrying me as we ran, dragging me as I tried to keep up with his longer steps.My friend is taller than me. At 5'1½" inches tall, virtually everyone is taller than me.
Inside brought us from full-tilt to full-stop, stripping off coats and gloves and mittens as the warmer air calmed the fire in our lungs.
"We'll need a basket. No, not one of those. A cart."
The metal cart was cold to the touch as we went through the aisles, picking up ingredients for salsa, cheese dip, and hamburger vegetable soup.
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"I don't suppose you've ever had this?" I handed him the can of Ro-Tel and explained it to him. "This is half of what you need for the quintessential Southern college-student cheese dip. A package of velveeta cheese, a can of Ro-Tel. Cube the cheese, add in the Ro-Tel, nuke until melted, stir, and eat with lots of chips."
"Never heard of it."
"You can do this."
"Well, we've already got salsa."
"Let's do it anyway." I added the velveeta and the Ro-Tel to the cart.
We bought drinks and snacks and makings for actual meals, then went adventuring on the opposite side of the store for a measuring cup. Cooking for a houseful of bachelors can be interesting when you have to use the palm of your hand to guess at half- and quarter-teaspoon measurements, and the closest item to a measuring cup is the coffee cup hopefully proffered by the shorthaired roommate.
He protested. The measuring cup cost less than two dollars. I ignored him. I'm good at that.
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He dipped a chip into the hot cheese dip and crunched it between his teeth. Chris is never the easiest person to read, but even I could translate that expression: the rolled eyes, the half-smile.
"...and this is a recipe that you can make."
"Oh yeah. I think I'll be making more of this after you leave."
"Then I've done my job."