Mom’s Famous Cheesy Church Dip

This Mom’s Legendary Cheesy Church Dip is the ultimate crowd-pleaser. Think of it as a “deconstructed taco” baked into a warm, gooey masterpiece. The layering is what makes it shine—the sour cream stays cool and creamy in the middle while the cheese on top melts into a perfect golden crust. It’s called a “Church Dip” for a reason: it travels well in a casserole dish and disappears within minutes of hitting the table! 2 cups shredded cheese (Mexican blend or cheddar/mozzarella)
1 cup salsa (medium heat)
1 cup sour cream
1 packet taco seasoning
Tortilla chips, for serving
🍴 InstructionsBaking ingredients set

Brown the meat: In a skillet over medium heat, cook the ground beef or sausage until fully browned. Season it right: Stir in the taco seasoning with a splash of water. Let it simmer a few minutes to “bloom” the spices and keep the meat moist and flavorful.
Layer the magic: Spread the seasoned meat evenly in a baking dish. Spoon the salsa over the meat, then gently spread the sour cream on top.
Cheese generously: Sprinkle shredded cheese over the sour cream layer—don’t be shy! Full coverage gives you that perfect cheesy pull.
Bake to perfection: Bake at 375°F for 20–25 minutes until the cheese is melted, bubbly, and lightly golden around the edges.

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