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Tag: football

Super Bowl Menu

My beloved Patriots blew it this year, and the GODDAMN STEELERS made it AGAIN. I HATE the Steelers, and not just because they beat the Cardinals that one time. Robert and Joy are thrilled of course, being die-hard members of Steeler Nation in a MOST annoying way. I wouldn’t mind having Robert over for the game (Joy has to work), but I might have to kill him. I have no idea what Amanda’s plans are, but the invitation has been extended to yell at the TV at our house.

So. Yeah. We’re rooting for the Packers.

It matters not how many people do or do not show up at our house for the game (you guys wanna come over?), as I’ll be cooking enough to feed an army regardless.

  • This recipe for pork ribs, which I shall probably modify and post at some point over at WFN.
  • Grandma’s Potato Salad
  • A metric ton (or I guess that would be tonne?) of nachos. We like ‘em with seasoned cooked beef, beans, jalapeños, shredded cheese, and salsa. I add sour cream, green onions and black olives to my serving. Layer all of the ingredients in a big ol’ casserole dish and bake ‘em until the cheese is melty. Mmm… cheeeese…
  • A veggie platter with ranch for dipping. Because we have to at least nod in the direction of something healthy-ish.
  • Fat Tire and Bridgeport IPA. Bill and I have almost entirely quit drinking since the New Year (ha, gotta write an entry about that) but decided to treat ourselves for the Big Game.

I may or may not do another stream-of-consciousness entry during the game. I probably WILL be on Twitter (hush, Bill). Foul language may be heavily in use. You have been warned.

Routine Sunday is Routine

Of any day of the week, Sundays turn out to be the ones that are the most consistent. This is how it goes most of the time:

Wake up, start the coffee, feed the cats, feed the lizards. Coffee in hand, boot up the computer and peruse my feed reader, e-mail, Twitter, Facebook. Then buckle down and start writing articles. About an hour later, go rustle Bill out of bed so he doesn’t sleep the morning away, and I start the first load of laundry. He reads his paper while I write, then about lunchtime we decide there isn’t anything appetizing in the house, so we get cleaned up, get on the motorcycle, and search out burgers and football. Hang for a while (today it was Jersey’s), then head back home and watch more football in the bedroom. Watching football has become a euphemism, and is also literal. Then, move it back out to the living room, switch loads of laundry. I write some more, Bill surfs the web, more football (DAMMIT, Cardinals!). I finish up my assignments and start puttering around in the kitchen (tonight’s dinner is potato leek soup and wedge salads). More laundry switching. Bill kicks in with the night chores (feed the dogs, feed the cats, get the coffee ready and on the timer for the morning). We have dinner, watch whatever TV is on or is DVR’d, and I put the last load of laundry in the dryer. We head to bed at around 10:30.

A nice mixture of useful activities and fun activities.

At this moment in time I have one more article to write, then I’m going to get on the never-ending process of crisp-cooking an entire pound of bacon. Hope you guys are having a great Sunday!

Menu for Superbowl Sunday

We’re staying home. I have no idea who we’re rooting for, as none of “our” teams made it. I’m cooking up a storm. We’re eating up a storm. Here’s the menu:

- Pork Ribs with Stubb’s Original BBQ Sauce (it’s gotta be Stubb’s!).

- Twice Baked Potato Casserole.

- Caramelized Broccoli with Roasted Garlic Vinaigrette

- Bailey Irish Cream Brownies with vanilla ice cream.

- Chips, dip, raw veggies, tortillas, salsa, beer, whisky, more beer.

- Tums.