When I think of my mom, I think of her artichoke dip that the family clamored over during special occasions when it was served.
This past year, I brought this artichoke dip to an herbalist potluck, fearful that the dip would be shunned. Even though I placed this dip among quinoa salads, hummus, and homemade pickles, it disappeared within minutes. I replaced the onion and garlic powder with fresh equivalents.
Who doesn’t love when someone else brings a hot, mayonnaisey, cheesy dip to a potluck?