Translation: I suck at sports.
I cannot play sports, they play me. I was always the kid in a tree with a book, while all the other kids [fools] were sweating their brains out on the field/court/gym. I have no patience for learning stats, remembering team player names and numbers and keeping track of their overall progression throughout the year. Again, I will admit this is mostly because I suck at it. I also just don’t get it. And football, yeah boy, the stats and rules of that game really make me crazy.
However, I am married to a man whose very DNA is made up of a love for baseball, basketball, football, soccer, hockey and even golf (yawn), and so I support that every new year by attending the beloved Superbowl Party. I mostly attend for the really good food. (Shhh, don’t tell the Husband.)
This year, I agreed to bring homemade macaroni and cheese to our friend’s party, a staple in my home growing up – thick creamy roux-based sauce, two pounds of pasta, spicy undertones from cayenne and black pepper, and sweet-salty-crunchy breadcrumbs rounding it all off. One can never get enough of those breadcrumbs.
I will post the recipe later(I promise!), but here is the general idea (and to get a better than general idea, skip on over to s’kat for her recent post on the SAME THING – I swear, I planned to make this before seeing it on her blog…you know, great minds…):
Mix it all together, bake at 375 degrees farenheit for 30 minutes and it’s a TOUCHDOWN!
Sorry. That was about as lame as my ability to actually throw a ball. And believe me, it’s bad.
I plan to eat.