Because I am neither a Kansas City Chiefs fan or a Philadelphia Eagles fan, I have decided to put a little effort into the food today.
No, I am not having a party. Daughter Nancy is stopping by to hang out for a while and I really, really hope she is hungry because I feel like cooking.
Correction: I feel like cooking weird food.
These “L’il Smokies” are wrapped in bacon and will be topped with a combo of melted butter and brown sugar, then baked. Ridiculous. I made them once in Austin and son Ben declared they were delicious but I should never make them again. The guy who never eats vegetables had a health-conscious opinion?
So don’t ask why I am serving them today. I don’t know.
Then there is a recipe I saw on the internet. It required three ingredients: a bag of frozen meatballs, a can of pineapple and a bottle of bbq sauce. Dump everything in the crock pot, stir and cook on low or high, depending on when you want to eat.
I can’t remember when I last bought frozen meatballs. Maybe sometime in the 90’s. The weirdness of this recipe appealed to me, so on our last phone call I ran it past my grandson (we like to discuss future meals for the summer) and he thought it sounded good, but without the pineapple.
I bought dough. And I am going to make my own pizzas this afternoon. Picking up pizza–as good as it is–at the local Italian place seemed like a hassle, especially on Super Bowl Sunday. And I really didn’t feel like going out.
Who is going to eat all of this? The three of us. This is not the winter to entertain.
I will root for Patrick Mahones. I will pretend I’m having a party. And I’ll go to bed at halftime.
How about you?
Tasty lookin’ tidbits, likely further enhanced by pizza! The game was fun enough that we actually stayed awake through all of it (napping is what old people do best). We’re also Chiefs fans so glad for the outcome.