A Platter Divided

Nachos are supposed to bring people together, but let’s be honest: they’re also where snack fights start. One person wants heat, the other wants mild. One person’s chasing guac, the other’s smothering everything in sour cream. Somewhere in the middle sits a soggy chip that knows this relationship is doomed.

Enter the peace platter. Two-faced nachos, split clean down the center like a custody agreement for toppings. On one side, jalapeños, hot salsa, and enough spice to make apologies unnecessary because no one can speak. On the other, sour cream, guacamole, and comfort cheese arranged like a weighted blanket in food form. The middle? A demilitarized zone of plain melted cheese — neutral ground where forks meet without judgment.

It’s ridiculous, but it works. Everyone gets what they want, nobody storms off hungry, and the nachos themselves do all the talking. Forget flowers or a handwritten apology — nothing says “I’m sorry” quite like a divided tray where your toppings have diplomatic borders.

So for Kiss and Make Up Day, skip the awkward conversation. Just build a nacho wall, let the cheese do the heavy lifting, and kiss later when the jalapeños wear off.