I say it was, “dinner” because we ate it at the time that you eat the meal that corresponds with the last meal of the day; which is dinner.
It was refried beans, with shredded lettuce, salsa, cheese, crema and tomatoes in a pie plate. We ate it with tortilla chips.
(Craig is so lucky.)
In the midst of a conversation during said dinner, I said to Craig something to the effect of, “Be quiet, I just made dinner.”
There was a slight pause.
He then responded with, “No. You didn’t make dinner. You made dip.”
You can’t do it all, guys. You. Can’t. Do. It. All.