Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and a close third is Superbowl Sunday (I am particularly fond of the Fourth of July too). I know it is not officially a holiday, but I cannot help but think of it as one.
My criteria for a good holiday, has to do with the food that surrounds it and with the friends/family you share your time. Thanksgiving is rather wholesome with its turkey and homade fix'ns and the Fourth is all about BBQ. To me, Superbowl Sunday is all about salty snacks.
Sundays are always lazy days, it being the whole Sabbath and everything. Add on to that a pound of salt and fat and you have a day that barely moves. Or at least one you barely move.
At 4:30pm the TV was switched "on" to get the pregame festivities begin. I chose to stay home this year because it was cold outside and I had remenants of my cold from last week still lingering about me. I popped in a frozen sausage and peppers pizza into the oven and got ready to hunker down for the next 6 hours.
After eating half the pizza, I tried to stave off the hunger by noshing on some fruit salad. This strategy backfired on me as the sweet pinaple made me crave something salty again. I made what is known in the culinary world as "queso dip" which translates into melted Velveeta and Rotelle. Nothing but the finest ingredients for my gourmet palette. After polishing off a bowl of Tositos dipped in queso dip, I switched to B's Wavy Lays Potato with french onion dip. I was feeling a little parched from my salty snacks so I drank one can of Coca-cola classic. It was a tasty coke as I had forgotten the joys of soda, comething I gave up because I was trying to limit the amount of burping I did in a day.
At halftime, I was gettting ready to make my Totino pizza rolls, when I decided to stay on my sweet kick for a while. So I whipped out a pint of butter pecan ice cream and sat to watch the third quarter. My roomate made chocolate chip cookies, so naturally I ate one of those too becasue it would have been rude not to. I washed one cookie down with some milk.
During the fourth quarter, I realized that the roof of my mouth was sore from all the salt, and thick coating of dairy lingered on my tongue. I turned to B and asked if she thought I would get a tummy ache later that night. She simply nodded.
I drank some tea and orange juice during the presentation of the MVP award. A last ditch effort to get some vitamins in my system. Oh well maybe I'll sleep it off.
Today, I write this blog entry while eating a Snickers with Almonds bar. Weaning yourself off of a holiday takes patience, sugar and salt.
1 comment:
We had a small superbowl party too! started at 10pm bc. of time difference, though. Allan made ribs, chicken wings and artichoke dip for 7. In the ned only 2 showed up - we still ate it all!
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