And that’s because it is SUPER BOWL SUNDAY.
I have chili simmering in the crockpot, beer chilling in the fridge, and Christine is bringing the guac later on.
This is the first time I’m making chili on my own. My roommate and I decided to use her brother’s recipe and I tweaked it a bit (my spice ratios may or may not be slightly off but those can always be corrected later. And that’s what pilling on shredded cheese is for anyway right?).
If it doesn’t come out tasting exactly like chili, well, I know it will be edible because who doesn’t love having three different kinds of meat in one bowl?
We also have chips, on chips, on chips, some salsa and Palmetto dip (which if you don’t know what that is, I suggest you check it out. I didn’t think I would like it but it’s not half bad).
So incase you couldn’t have guessed, the five pounds of chili isn’t just for me and Ashlyn. We’re hosting a party. And since I didn’t want to spend the better part of the day afternoon cooking, we made it a potluck (hopefully everyone else remembers that otherwise we may or may not have to order pizza by halftime).
I know we have chips and guac, cookies, and pizza rolls coming.
I’ve heard the possibility of chicken wings but I don’t want to jinx anything.
So food aside, the Super Bowl is probably my favorite unofficial holiday.
For as long as I can remember my parents always hosted a party. It was filled with bar food, lots of laughs, great friends, and awesome memories. That’s what most Sundays were like back in Jersey (that and I got to dress-down in the colors of whichever team won on Monday at school).
Down here it’s all about Saturday, which is great (I started crying listening to “Boys of Fall” the other night because I miss football so much) but there was something about Sundays growing up that I miss down here.
That’s part of the reason I wanted to host a Super Bowl party.
It’s the food, the debate on which commercial is better, yelling at the refs because they don’t know anything about the game, and sharing it all with some really great people. Friends or family.
The one thing that perplexes me is, why aren’t classes cancelled and businesses closed tomorrow? Even if you’re a person who doesn’t football, somehow you get roped into it. It’s an American tradition at this point. I can only imagine out many skips and sick-days are going to occur tomorrow. Administrators and bosses should just be proactive and give everyone the day off (that’s just my opinion but I’m sure others would agree).
So whether you’re dabbing with Cam tonight or hoping Peyton gets what could be his last ring, I hope you have a great time.
I hope you eat so much your stomach hurts, laugh so much you cry, and cheer so loud you have no voice left tomorrow.
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