To be perfectly honest, I don’t know what I’m doing for the Superbowl, or if I’m even going to watch the game this year. That would be a first for me, I think. I’m toying with the idea of going shopping during the big game, but maybe I’ll change my mind and camp out in front of the TV with my Super special slip-on koozie and cooler.
We're going to finish up this year's football season the same way we experienced most of it, with our great friends who live just a few doors down, who have a nice tv, a big yard and a smoooshy little baby girl for me to steal. We really should be having them over here, it's a totally one-sided relationship because we always go to their house, but I'm ascared of my giant puppy's baby eating potential, and we're down to one bathroom, and our yard is a teeny little crap-covered patch (literally). In exchange for being such lame non-inviters, we bring the food. Ohhh, we'll bring the food alright! I'm thinking:
1. The requisite lil' smokies - I have a great recipe that I make every superbowl. Dijon and brown sugar are involved.
2. Chips/Guac/Salsa - our hosts have a football helmet shaped chip & dip server that must be employed in homage to our poor old Chargers.
3. Raw veggies, and lots of 'em
4. Vacillating between pulled pork or sloppy joes in the crock pot. I looooove me some pulled pork, but I feel I might have done it to death and should branch out a little. I think a good turkey/beef sloppy joe with tiny diced veggies and worcestershire and warm, crusty rolls sounds yummy.
5. I'm not a baker. I shall buy my dessert. Probably those great big dreamy cookies from Costco. But one time our hostess made this most rockin dessert:
Take a mini pretzel twist, smoosh a rolo candy on top, put a nut on top of that (was it a pecan? I'll ask her and update). Pop in the oven to melt. Eat. Enjoy orgasm.
It should be a fun day, it's going to be beautiful and summery and I think margaritas are in order. The only bad part is that we have to watch football in between all of the commercials.
Go........... ah, who cares. Who's playing?Ellie:
This is the first time in years and years we'll actually watch the Superbowl, instead of being in a campground somewhere, and we'll do so at The Tavern, of course. Actually, last year, in Fort Davis, we went to the only bar in town at halftime to watch Tom Petty, and settled in for the second half, but it was a slow night and they decided to close early. On Superbowl Sunday. So we went home and followed the Giants' remarkable victory online.
Our favorite Superbowls, though, have been in the Florida Keys the last few years. All the musicians who typically play in the Key West bars have the day off, and they all get together on Big Pine Key (30 miles up the road, where we stay, at Bahia Honda State Park) to play together. Organized by the lovely and delightful Terry Cassidy, the Pickin' Party has become a huge event over the years, with deep fried turkeys, tons of donated food, a silent auction, and raffles, and all the proceeds go to Habitat for Humanity.
It really is quite a fun event.
And if you don't play an instrument, you can watch the festivities from a tree.