With every ingredient that recipe got grosser and grosser. Also, eating vegetables doesn't count when they're covered in fat. And is it me or did those measurements lok completely different than the amount she put in?
The first ingredient is . . . a pound of cream cheese. The second ingredient is . . . a pound of sour cream. And then a terrible sadness settles over me.
Each ingredient was more astonishing than the last. By the end of this my expression was so incredulous you would have thunk I just had witnessed the entire mixture get up and perform a musical number.
Well, she could be sharing it with a dozen or so friends.
But I get the feeling she's eating it by herself with some bad white wine and a Sex and the City box set.