This year, I'm preparing for a scaled down super-bowl fiesta.
With no Dutch visitors to entertain and no trips to Ohio because we forgot to buy beer, my day has been pretty mellow.
I have actually been watching the Colts this season, so I'm excited for the big game for that reason. To celebrate, I did make Mexican layer dip and a cheeseball (duh), but Nora and I, and maybe my friend Hannah, will be the only ones enjoying it.
Upon hearing about my plans, my mom contributed some goose liver pate to the celebrations. Mo-om it's football. She didn't seem to understand why this meant goose liver was an inappropriate snack. I'll probs eat it anyway
Despite the fact that none of us are major sports fans, it's funny that even the superbowl doesn't feel right without you ladies by my side.
I hope you're all enjoying it (or enjoying ignoring it) wherever you are.
Believe in Blue!
Go Horse!
Go 18!
I <3 Peyton!
(These are all things people shout when they watch the Colts. I'm a real jock these days)
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I hope your hoosier heart is holding up, Kathleen. I have to admit, I'm always happy to see the underdog win...I was pretty excited. Five of Ben's dude friends came over so Yael and I whipped up a giganto man-sized feast: buffalo wings, nachos, mac&cheese, shrimp, cheese & crackers, guacamole, beer, and oh, mini ruebens! oh my god...i nearly exploded. I also thought the commercials were sickeningly sexist, but maybe I'm just a whiney feminist.
ReplyDeleteMISS EVERyone of you.
I'm hangin in there. I was really upset that the colts lost (I even shouted expletives at the television), but I do like the saints and mr. interception himself is an IU grad. Life will go on.
ReplyDeleteAs for the commercials, I think my friend Marian who I was watching with, and Nora (both feminists themselves) got tired of me yelling even louder in my rage at the commercials than the football-- blech!
PS: On the other hand, the google ad made my heart flutter. And I loved the violin playing beaver. The rest sucked, though.
ReplyDeleteWe watched the game at our boss's house: he made fried chicken with 2 of the roosters we slaughtered a few days before, Jon made a seven-layer bean dip, I made a delicious cheese ball (seriously delicious--I might have to give you all the recipe), and our housemate David made pigs in a blanket with Litl' Smokies and crescent rolls. Brittany (another intern) made jalepano poppers from scratch (delicious!) and buffalo wings that set my mouth on fire. One of Lance's friends brought a "Banberry" pie (bananas and strawberries with 5 pounds of whipped topping) that was too ultra-processed and disgusting, even for the Superbowl. We also had chips, salsa, and ranch dip. Plus Lance always keeps a bowl full of snickers, reese's, sweet tarts, and other halloween-type candy on his kitchen counter.
ReplyDeleteOne of Jon's friends told him that the average American consumes more calories on Superbowl Sunday than on Thanksgiving. I don't doubt it!
And for the commercials: really? Denny's didn't do anything for you? I thought that last grandma-birthday one was hilarious. And as Southern California has destroyed any feminist inklings remaining in me, I thought those talking baby ones were funny too.