I've written about dip night before, and have been writing about making multiple dips for years. But I can tell the story again in case you haven't heard it. My mom and dad would make dinner for my brother and I (and our friend and semi-adopted sibling Tom!) pretty much every night for our entire childhood. They had a decent repertoire and it's fun thinking back on all of the recipes my mom pulled out of some seriously retro cookbooks to make for us. Once in a blue moon, maybe once a year, she would be too tired to cook and need dinner on the table in less than five minutes. Instead of ordering a pizza, or going to McDonalds, she would make dip night! Dip night was usually some sliced cucumbers, carrot sticks, maybe some chicken nuggets, or pepper strips, whatever was on hand, layed out to dip in various salad dressings! My family was big into Catalina french-style dressing, so that was always a part of dip night, and my dad would make his own honey-mustard, mixing together stoneground mustard with honey and maybe a touch of brown sugar, I'm not sure of his exact recipe-- but it felt special when he made it for us. I don't know what it was about the interactivity of dipping stuff, but we went completely wild for dip night. My mom was so pleasantly surprised at how much we loved it, since it required such minimal work to prepare. I still yearn for dip night, and make it sometimes! I never remember to do the "no work involved" part, though.