Really? Yeah.

Nachos are not meant to be eaten alone. I know this hardly seems worth its own post, especially since I've been criminally neglectful of this poor blog in the last six months. But I didn't know this until tonight. Until I ate them. Alone.

Nachos are best in huge platters, among friends and conversation and laughter and alcohol and way too much salsa and guacamole and sour cream than should be humanly allowed. There should be fighting about who gets the chips with the most cheese and scrambling to get the last of the crispy bits baked on the pan. And lots of groaning about how much you overate. (Well, that happens whether you're alone or not.)

Anyway, I thought I'd be kind and try to spare you this realization on your own.