Nacho Night Cheese Fight!
I spent my early cooking years learning to hate the mysteriously perma-gooey cheeses of my ballpark nacho youth. I have spent the time since repenting for how incredibly wrong I was. Here I invited friends over for a ten-cheese nacho party. Damn I miss inviting a random collection of people over for beer and half-baked ideas. I also hope you’re reading this at a time when it takes you a second to figure out what I mean by that. Until then: sodium citrate and COURAGE.