Reuben Dip

Reuben Dip might be just the condiment you are searching for. For 99 cents per serving, this recipe covers 8% of your daily requirements of vitamins and minerals. This recipe serves 8. One serving contains 325 calories, 11g of protein, and 29g of fat. 884 people were impressed by this recipe. The Super Bowl will be even more special with this recipe. This recipe from Foodnetwork requires mayonnaise, cream cheese, pumpernickel bread, and horseradish. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes roughly 30 minutes. Overall, this recipe earns a rather bad spoonacular score of 35%. Reuben Dip, Reuben Dip, and Reuben Dip are very similar to this recipe.

Servings: 8

Preparation duration: 15 minutes

Cooking duration: 15 minutes

 

Ingredients:

2 ounces deli-sliced corned beef, chopped

1 8-ounce package cream cheese, at room temperature

1/4 cup chopped fresh chives

1 tablespoon horseradish, drained

2 tablespoons ketchup

1/2 cup mayonnaise

1 tablespoon relish

Pumpernickel bread, for serving

1/2 cup sauerkraut, drained, patted dry and chopped

2 cups grated Swiss cheese (about 8 ounces)

Equipment:

oven

food processor

bowl

baking pan

Cooking instruction summary:

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F. Combine the cream cheese, mayonnaise, ketchup, horseradish and relish in a food processor and puree until smooth; transfer to a large bowl. Stir in the Swiss cheese, corned beef, sauerkraut and chives. Spread the dip in a 1-quart baking dish and bake until browned and bubbling, about 15 minutes. Serve with bread. Photograph by Andrew Purcell

 

Step by step:


1. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F.

2. Combine the cream cheese, mayonnaise, ketchup, horseradish and relish in a food processor and puree until smooth; transfer to a large bowl. Stir in the Swiss cheese, corned beef, sauerkraut and chives.

3. Spread the dip in a 1-quart baking dish and bake until browned and bubbling, about 15 minutes.

4. Serve with bread.

5. Photograph by Andrew Purcell


Nutrition Information:

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325k Calories
10g Protein
29g Total Fat
5g Carbs
2% Health Score
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Calories
325k
16%

Fat
29g
45%

  Saturated Fat
12g
78%

Carbohydrates
5g
2%

  Sugar
2g
3%

Cholesterol
66mg
22%

Sodium
447mg
19%

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Protein
10g
22%

Vitamin K
28µg
27%

Calcium
259mg
26%

Phosphorus
208mg
21%

Vitamin B12
1µg
19%

Vitamin A
703IU
14%

Selenium
7µg
11%

Zinc
1mg
11%

Vitamin B2
0.15mg
9%

Vitamin C
4mg
6%

Vitamin E
0.72mg
5%

Magnesium
18mg
5%

Vitamin B6
0.08mg
4%

Vitamin B5
0.37mg
4%

Potassium
123mg
4%

Iron
0.54mg
3%

Folate
11µg
3%

Copper
0.05mg
2%

Vitamin B1
0.04mg
2%

Vitamin D
0.34µg
2%

Vitamin B3
0.45mg
2%

Manganese
0.04mg
2%

Fiber
0.45g
2%

covered percent of daily need
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