Ah, fall, cool enough to open the windows, not so cold as to close them. Perfect temperature as the sound of gunfire drifts in the window (hunting season, kids). So what does it all mean?
It means it's game day once again, and while there have been some grim performances lately by the Pack, hope springs eternal. I have high hopes for a tough game tonight, and just the menu for the occasion. Tonight's fare will feature the standard stuffed potato skins, along with half-ears of roasted corn on the cob, cocktail wienies (I love writing "wienies") wrapped in bacon, then doused in Worcestershire sauce and Tabasco, buried in brown sugar and baked, and brats. Of course, a vegetable tray will be offered, but this isn't about heart-healthy eating. Game day is for that perfect Queen moment:
If I think of it, I'll update with food photos. Nothing like a little food porn.
UPDATE:
Just a couple pictures of what went on the table today. Taken before the brats and roasted corn, sorry.
Feast.
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