Buffalo Chicken Dip Recipe

Happy Hallo-Week! (I know, that’s not a thing, but I go to the rhythm of my own drum.) I’m very excited for this Halloween, even though participating in these festivities is also making me neglect a certain Exercise Physiology exam that I have coming up… nobody ever argued that I made good decisions… But before I get to a Halloween post, I still have some catching up to do! This means, waaay back in mid-September, I did a little bit of cookin’.

On the night that I got back from my Newport trip, my staff member (and pretty good friend) Kevin and I made some buff-chick dip for our Star Wars movie marathon, even though we only got through Episode IV. We will watch them all someday! The buff-chick was both the best and worst decision of my life. It was the best because it was beautiful and oh so yummy in my tummy, but also the worst because I am 99% sure that I am slightly lactose-intolerant; which means that eating half of a container of buffalo chicken dip in one sitting pretty much killed my stomach the rest of the night. And my frequent bathroom trips the next morning were not exactly pleasant…

The original recipe that we modeled our dip after was taken off of the website, but essentially this is what we used:

1 block softened cream cheese
½ cup sour cream
1 can canned chicken
¼ cup Frank’s red hot
A whoooole lotta cheddar cheese!

This is Kevin. We're sometimes friends.

We preheated the oven to about 375F, (once again, sorry for no specifics! Dang Internets!), and mixed the sour cream, cream cheese, and canned chicken in a bowl. This part was so fun! Kevin thought my little baby muscles couldn’t mix properly (our cream cheese wasn’t as softened as it should have been), but boy did I show him. We added in about ¼-½ cups of cheddar cheese into the mix, along with the FRH, as my dad calls it.

After mixing that up further and folding it gently into our oven-safe container, we placed more cheese and FRH on top and put it into the oven for somewhere around 20 minutes! (I could totally be fibbing, so just check to see if it’s done around 20!).

Then came the random dance party in the NCRH kitchen during those 20 minutes of waiting. Okay, so Kevin watched a football game, but I danced around while doing dishes! A woman has to find ways to entertain herself, you know! I had a grand old time with Jesse McCartney in that kitchen, and then I made Kevin take the hot dish out of the oven.

#Masterpiece

The end result was AMAZING. I am a chef. (Kevin is okay, he just likes to mix things). I am an artist in the kitchen. We haven’t cooked anything since, and I should probably stay away from the loads of lactose next time, but if there is a next time, I would love to make this again… and maybe share with more than one other person. Happy tummies for all!

Catch ya later!

Abby