Did you see my OUTRAGEOUS CONFESSION on Twitter the other day?
— Slummy Single Mummy (@mummyblogger) June 29, 2017
I’d been sent some Flip & Dip from Philadelphia – these cool, new, topped dippy cheese things – and they wanted to know whether or not I was a double dipper.
At first I wasn’t sure what they meant. How else are you meant to eat dip?! You dip in your carrot baton, or whatever it is, take a bite, dip it back in, take another bite… that’s how it works right??
Apparently this WHOLE TIME – (39 years, although probably I didn’t eat a lot of dip as a baby) – I have been committing a hideous social faux pas which, unbeknownst to me, has probably been making my dip companions recoil in horror and disgust. According to research from Philadelphia, 60% of Brits consider double dipping a complete no-no. Luckily for me though, we’re all so horribly repressed that no one is likely to say anything, to my face at least – 62% of us would rather suppress feelings of discontent and suffer in silence or gossip with other guests about the double dipper in question.
It probably explains why Belle looked so horrified with me a few weeks ago when I dunked a bread stick in some hummus and then went back for seconds. She was NOT HAPPY. Apparently she had been doing something complicated with her bread sticks, where she dipped one end and then only went back once with the OPPOSITE end. It all seemed a bit silly to me. She shared my WOMB, what’s wrong with double dipping a bit of hummus?
According to the Philadelphia research, double dipping isn’t the only dip based crime. Here are some of the other things that annoy us. I have done THEM ALL:
- Eaten the last crisp/crudité
- Licked your fingers clean before picking up another crisp
- Licked your knife
- Cleaned the plate or bowl with your finger
- Licked the plate or bowl clean
People need to chillax with their dips.
Take a look at the new Philadelphia Flip and Dip. How could you NOT just accidentally dip again and again? It would take a will of steel to keep your sugar snap pea away from that sweet chilli topped mound of deliciousness.
Fear not though, I have a way around the dilemma. It’s simple, yet effective, and it’s something that means I never have to worry about whether or not I double dip. My ingenious solution protects me completely from ever offending a single dipping companion.
I just have to eat the entire thing by myself.