Summer’s First Nacho: A Ritual of Cheese and Glory

There are two kinds of people in this world: those who treat the first day of summer like any other, and those who honor it with a crunchy, gooey, possibly life-altering tribute. Welcome to the sacred ceremony of the First Nacho of Summer. Forget stone circles or solstice chants—this is the only seasonal ritual that matters.

Your first nacho sets the tone for the next three months of sweaty fun and questionable decisions. So choose wisely. Go big. This is not the time for a safe, beige chip with a sprinkle of lukewarm cheese. Oh no. This is the moment to stack grilled pineapple, chipotle chicken, habanero jack, and fresh mint crema like you’re building a monument to the gods of indulgence. Add a squeeze of lime because, well, drama.

Let’s be clear: this nacho is not a snack. It’s an intention. It’s a proclamation that you plan to summer with your whole chest. You’re here for beach picnics, backyard grills, late-night fire pits, and an unapologetic devotion to tortilla-based meals. And every single one of those glorious summer memories starts here—with this reckless, beautiful nacho.

So grab your fanciest paper plate, hoist that chip high, and declare, “This is the One.” Eat it slowly. Or scarf it feral-style. Either way, make it count. Your summer depends on it.