“Here you have it,” Luke said as he slid the trough-like casserole dish containing 7-layer dip onto the coffee table.
“Looks delicious, hon,” Jade replied. “You’ve got your signature dish down.”
Luke scooped some of the multicolored food on a tortilla chip. “Sure do. Fits so well for the Super Bowl and in summer time. Seven-layer dip gets it all done.”
“I like our Super Bowl tradition, but is there any chance you could branch out to other dishes in other times?”
With his mouth full of refried beans and cheese, Luke said, “Hey, I grill, too. I grill all the time in the summer.”
“Yeah, you do. But just in the summer. How about some other foods outside of summer?”
“Okay, okay.” Luke washed the food down with a gulp of Corona. “I’ll look into it. But that can wait ’til later. Game’s about to start. And thanks for suffering through it with me again.”
Jade finished swallowing her food before she said, “Oh, it’s not that bad. I like the huge event part of the Super Bowl. All the hype gets me into it.”
Luke nodded the top of the beer bottle at her, as a gesture with his point: “And you get some good commercials with it.”
That made her give a combination laugh and grunt of disgust. “Some of them are good, yeah. But you have to look for them between all the commercials for men. All those using cleavage to sell you cars and beer and snack chips and even getting your own website.”
He had to grin. “You forgot lingerie.”
Rolling her eyes, Jade replied, “Men are such pigs. Does it bother you that you’re so easy to sell to?”
Luke’s smile merely grew wider. “Not at all. We’ve got simple needs. Doesn’t bother me a bit.” He dug a chip into the thick mound of food.
Jade sighed and offered a small laugh — without disgust this time. “Oh, well. At least you make a good 7-layer dip.”
The photo above is by Gustav Heurlin, taken in 1909, and the subject is a Swedish pig farmer. It is now under the public domain — more details on the photo’s Wikimedia page.