I heard on the news this morning that the only day of the year on which Americans eat more than on Superbowl Sunday is Thanksgiving.
Well, not this American.
Superbowl Sunday is my stomach’s glory day.
And the jury is still out whether the Superbowl or Thanksgiving is actually the most American holiday. Well…the jury in my head is still out.
In honor of one of my favorite days of the year, I am hosting a bit of a shin-dig at my digs. Sadly, Taye Diggs will not be in attendance. Dig. (“Say crack again.” “Crack.” <– name that movie)
Being that I’m not only a blogger whose choice of subject matter is generally of the culinary variety but also a blogger who uses any opportunity which presents itself to shove said blog down her friends’ throats, there is a bit of an expectation that I provide some good eats.
So what does this mean?
It means that I have been obsessively and meticulously writing and re-writing my menu all week.
I already told you I was a sick person, didn’t I? No one should really be all that surprised by this.
I’m also figuring out more than one way to work bacon into the day, because the people like bacon and I want the people to like me.
Here are some hints as to what I’m serving up:
Full menu details to come.
Let the gluttony begin.