I legit tried to like football. I have watched (and will continue to watch) many a game at sports bars with my Vikings-obsessed dude. Of course, he buys me Bloody Marys, so, you know. Well played.
I’ll admit that the sport is often entertaining, and exciting, and sometimes even heartwarming. And that silly pants Jared Allen is a hoot if I’ve ever seen one. But it’s just not my thing. Maybe that’s why I, according to every light beer (ew) commercial, as A Lady Wearing Something Other Than a Bikini, must be a fun-hating, potpourri-sniffing shrew (double ew). I’m a bad person, but no fun I AM NOT.
So, yes. The whole thing isn’t something I can fully embrace–football and I are on a side-hug basis.
But the food. Oh, the food. Anything that gave us the 2nd biggest eating holiday of the year gets at least one side hug. Of course, when you gorge your face with nachos and beer for 3+hours, it might be the only kind of hug you can manage. It’s okay.
Speaking of, if you’re going to stuff your face with impunity (and game-day food), you really ought to consider the following: carbs, salt, cheese, more cheese, beer and mustard. It can all be packaged together like this:
Chewy, delicious homemade soft pretzels, generously salted. Plus, beer and cheddar fondue with spicy mustard.
The whole thing takes some time and effort, but it’s perfect for a smallish gathering. If you’re willing to make homemade soft pretzels and fondue for more than six lucky souls… Tell me and I’ll call the Pope so he can make you a saint already. Or maybe Vice Pope.
