Last night, I attended a '90s-themed party at Old Town Tavern in Goleta. As I busted an awkward move on the dance floor to Freak Nasty's 1997 classic "Da Dip," I thought about two things. First, I thought about what an amazing dancer I am. This thought - though certainly untrue - often occurs to me after a few drinks. Second, I thought about how the title of the song adequately expressed the universal deliciousness of the black bean dip I had made earlier in the day.
I first tried a version of this bean dip at an end-of-quarter party at my Professor's house on Tuesday night. My friend Emma brought it. Emma is one of those people whose name is always the answer to the question, "This tastes a-maz-ing! Who made this?" (In contrast, I am one of those people whose name is always the answer to the question, "That person on the dance floor looks ri-di-culous! Who is that?")
I strive to cook like Emma, so I asked her to email me the recipe for the bean dip. She did, but I forgot to bring it with me when I went shopping for the ingredients at Trader Joe's. So I winged it, and it worked out pretty well. Here's what I used:
1 can organic black beans
1 can chunky salsa
1 red bell pepper, diced
2 cloves garlic
2 tsp. cumin
1 green onion, diced
I decided to cook the black beans before adding them to the dip so they would be squishy and easier to eat. The avocado I used was not terribly ripe, but that just meant it stayed nice and green overnight in the refrigerator. We had gotten it in our CSA share the week before and I was getting impatient with it.
The above recipe makes a lot of bean dip. And it probably shouldn't be called "bean dip" since the ratio of red bell pepper to actual black beans ended up being pretty high. I think in the future, I'll just use half of a bell pepper.
But it was a hit! I brought it to my roommate Emily's birthday picnic on the beach and everyone liked it, vegans (me) and non-vegans like. Here it is, ready to be enjoyed with some pita triangles:
I was worried that I'd be serving it to the tune of, "When I Dip I Dip I Dip and Nobody Else Dips." But in this analogy, everyone at the picnic was glad to join in with my awkward dance moves and the dip got lots of compliments.
Someone even asked, "This tastes a-maz-ing! Who made this?" I DID! I made it!