Late Super Bowl post
My mom is from Illinois and my father moved from Kansas to Illinois as a young man, so they are rabid Bears fans. I was born in Illinois but moved to Wisconsin as an itty-bitty, and thus almost all of my peers were rabid Packers fans. Native Packers fans are amongst the most annoying, I believe both because there is little else exciting to attach oneself to in rural Wisconsin, and the massive quantities of beer. And the silly Cheesehead hats.
Because of my upbringing, my general football-support list is as follows:
1. The Baltimore Ravens (my maiden name is Ravens)
2. The team that is not the Cowboys
3. The team that is not the Packers
You can see how terribly serious I am about football. The only game I watch all year is the Super Bowl. Hell, the only sporting event of any kind I watch all year is the Super Bowl.
Since starting my diet back in 2007 I use holidays as gluttony days where I eat anything I want. I learned pretty quickly that true gluttony is counterproductive, because you just feel like shit for the entire day and can't enjoy the freedom. But you have to have gluttony days or you go nuts thinking of the things you can't have and sabotage your efforts. Super Bowl was always difficult because I associate it with grazing junk food, so last year I declared it a semi-gluttony day by which I don't try to stuff myself with every possible thing but relax enough to enjoy some fucking chip and dip.
This year was a special year. One of our friends is a Packers fan (HISS) and invited us over for the big game. So instead of just having some chip and dip I actually, you know, cooked stuff. I made brownies, which I admit was a mix, but I added chocolate hunks and walnuts and they were a big hit. There was the mandatory chip and dip but since one of the guys coming over was low-carb, I made The Pioneer Woman's bacon-wrapped jalapeno poppers but I added cubed mozzarella to the cream cheese and used whole slices of bacon. Now that was an even bigger hit!
I also made whisky wienies but they were waaaaaaaaay too sweet and wet and nobody wanted to eat them, even with delicious booze.
Beardo made his signature cheese puffs, which is puff pastry rolled out with cheese, salt and cayenne pepper and popped in the oven until brown. Those were so popular he ended up baking three sheets worth for four and a half people. Penny would grab a piece and wander out taking bites off of it, when she wasn't stealing cheddar and sour cream Ruffles from the host's bowl.
And of course, beer.
So while the game was okay and the commercials mostly mediocre, at least I had a decent snacking time. I had to do something to counteract the holiday weight I just managed to lose, after all.
Because of my upbringing, my general football-support list is as follows:
1. The Baltimore Ravens (my maiden name is Ravens)
2. The team that is not the Cowboys
3. The team that is not the Packers
You can see how terribly serious I am about football. The only game I watch all year is the Super Bowl. Hell, the only sporting event of any kind I watch all year is the Super Bowl.
Since starting my diet back in 2007 I use holidays as gluttony days where I eat anything I want. I learned pretty quickly that true gluttony is counterproductive, because you just feel like shit for the entire day and can't enjoy the freedom. But you have to have gluttony days or you go nuts thinking of the things you can't have and sabotage your efforts. Super Bowl was always difficult because I associate it with grazing junk food, so last year I declared it a semi-gluttony day by which I don't try to stuff myself with every possible thing but relax enough to enjoy some fucking chip and dip.
This year was a special year. One of our friends is a Packers fan (HISS) and invited us over for the big game. So instead of just having some chip and dip I actually, you know, cooked stuff. I made brownies, which I admit was a mix, but I added chocolate hunks and walnuts and they were a big hit. There was the mandatory chip and dip but since one of the guys coming over was low-carb, I made The Pioneer Woman's bacon-wrapped jalapeno poppers but I added cubed mozzarella to the cream cheese and used whole slices of bacon. Now that was an even bigger hit!
I also made whisky wienies but they were waaaaaaaaay too sweet and wet and nobody wanted to eat them, even with delicious booze.
Beardo made his signature cheese puffs, which is puff pastry rolled out with cheese, salt and cayenne pepper and popped in the oven until brown. Those were so popular he ended up baking three sheets worth for four and a half people. Penny would grab a piece and wander out taking bites off of it, when she wasn't stealing cheddar and sour cream Ruffles from the host's bowl.
And of course, beer.
So while the game was okay and the commercials mostly mediocre, at least I had a decent snacking time. I had to do something to counteract the holiday weight I just managed to lose, after all.