So what do you feed a house full of Brady haters?
ANYTHING THEY WANT
The game. THAT game. You know, the game that Peyton’s little brother is playing in this weekend.
The Super Bowl itself is usually a big fat snore. After all, there is only a 1/32nd of a chance that my team will actually be in the game and statistically less than that if you understand God’s wrath directed at Houston pro sports teams. Except for one time in my entire life (last year’s game), I’ve had no interest in the game. I even stopped throwing money at the office squares pool.
The Super Bowl is about two things for this
bitter Houston fan football junkie: Food and more food. Appetizer Sunday is an all-day graze fest. Mounds of tortilla chips, margaritas, seven different dips and salsas, wings, margaritas, sliders, fajitas, and margaritas. Okay, so perhaps the game is about food and drink.
So what’s on our game day buffet?
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