Who dat for sure. I just hope it doesn’t go into overtime or get mired in all the official review builshit.
still digesting that worm from last night, but have a bunch of salsa (tomatillo and pico de gallo) that i made yesterday for our party that i’m bringing to the superbowl party i’m going to. And Cindy, the fancy avian bird platter was the big hit of our party last night.
I have already started drinking, after four hours of shoveling snow. Dug out three and a half cars, between the three of us (and some help from and to a neighbor). It’s 5 o’clock in the middle of the Atlantic, though.
We got some Porterhouse steaks. We wanted burgers, but all the ground beef was gone from the grocery store.
This afternoon while watching Inglorious Basterds, I sipped on a complex, chewy Cab Sauv, yummy. It fit my mood. This evening, Danny’s making pasta. Sweet Italian Sausage, Arrabiata Sauce with carb “free” penne.
We won’t be watching the game, though I have to say I’d favor the Saints though I truly favor no team. Just for the “come-back” if you will from a reportedly dismal record and the Katrina. I’ll catch up on the commercials tomorrow.
Who dat. Bless you boys. I believe. Cha ching.
Yes, the Cowboys sacrificed themselves for the greater good. Go Saints!
also, what will people be eating?
Whazzat, some kinda baseball game?
Hot dogs.
Beignets, King Cake, Red Beans and Rice, and whatever alcohol is available.
what time should I be over?
We’re doing steamed pork dumplings, fried shrimp, and probably a cucumber salad.
I think beignets and Hurricanes would have been all I need, but Deron wanted dumplings.
Who dat for sure. I just hope it doesn’t go into overtime or get mired in all the official review builshit.
still digesting that worm from last night, but have a bunch of salsa (tomatillo and pico de gallo) that i made yesterday for our party that i’m bringing to the superbowl party i’m going to. And Cindy, the fancy avian bird platter was the big hit of our party last night.
Chilaquiles mole, guacamole, Carta Blanca.
I’m for the Saints, but I also love Peyton Manning, so I’ll be fine (and full) either way.
Pigs in the fucking blanket.
I have already started drinking, after four hours of shoveling snow. Dug out three and a half cars, between the three of us (and some help from and to a neighbor). It’s 5 o’clock in the middle of the Atlantic, though.
We got some Porterhouse steaks. We wanted burgers, but all the ground beef was gone from the grocery store.
Dave – Just in case: http://www.theawl.com/2009/11/how-to-cook-a-fucking-steak
Dave, I’m cheering you with a Carta Blanca.
Cheers, Dave.
Gumbo. Queso. Not at the same time.
Oh, Dave, that is my idea of paradise. No kidding. Hours and hours of shoveling snow, followed by hours and hours of drinking.
I’m serious.
I guess I must live in the right place. It’s what we do all winter long.
Key lime pie?
This afternoon while watching Inglorious Basterds, I sipped on a complex, chewy Cab Sauv, yummy. It fit my mood. This evening, Danny’s making pasta. Sweet Italian Sausage, Arrabiata Sauce with carb “free” penne.
We won’t be watching the game, though I have to say I’d favor the Saints though I truly favor no team. Just for the “come-back” if you will from a reportedly dismal record and the Katrina. I’ll catch up on the commercials tomorrow.
Mmmnh. Sweet Italian sausage in Arrabiata sauce with “carb-free” . . . “penne”.
Rick, I know people who watch the Stupor Bowl only for the commercials — so they can talk about them at work on Monday.
Let’s hope our friend Phil has found himself a swell party there in the Texas Panhandle or southern Oklahoma or wherever the hell he is today.
I have no doubt he has found a place to be.