It’s Super Bowl Sunday! That really doesn’t mean shit to me ‘cept I can make every junk food delicacy that my little heart fancies. I just woke up from the food coma that can only be induced by daytime beers and white carbs.

Mini pizza, sliders with extra sharp cheddar on potato rolls, buffalo “wangs” (the store was out of chicken wings and I had to settle for breast tenders, boo) with creamy blue cheese dressing, pigs in a blanket (those are like pogos for you Canucks), tater tots, and spinach dip in a bread bowl. It’s like we let a first-grader decide what to make. Except that there was lots of beer involved.

I ended up bailing on the bread bowl in lieu of sliced bread because it was looking like consuming a whole loaf of piccolo como (I bought it because it’s the shape and size of a football) would be daunting for just the two of us. The spinach dip is good, though. It’ll be a good sammich spread for lunches this week.