This post is dedicated to Allen Bradford who while visiting my home one day opened my cabinet looking for something and was met with a barrage of velveeta, rotel and bean dip straight from the great state of Texas (thank you Westminster Bryan friends and Redeemer Waco friends - You did us right.)
And after witnessing the upper level of velveeta, how could I not invite her into the lower level.
So now the secret is out.
Thanks Allen.
3 comments:
You may consider this blasphemous, but I know you will pray for my soul if you do, but I think the H.E.B. brand of process cheese loaf is better than the Velveeta brand.
Once a Texan, always a Texan! :) Hope all is well!
I LOVE IT!!!
As a matter of fact, I am drawing up the bill for the injuries incurred when all that bean dip came tumbling out on top of this sweet, unsuspecting missionary wife who was just looking for a simple glass for water. Maybe we can settle out of court for a bean dip!!!
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