With the loss yesterday by the Saints, the other favored team of Marrying Into Wolves, it would appear that Chez Wolves no longer has a dog in this fight. Probably root for the Panthers, as Chez Wolves has deep ties to both Carolinas (we actually lived in South Carolina when Charlotte got its franchise in the early '90s), but our hearts won't really be in it. I may fix game food porn for the NFC title game next week, but I likely won't post. Look forward to Super Bowl game food porn, however.
Without further ado, the game food porn. We had skins, of course:
We had a veggie tray -- yes, I use the Packers serving platters even when the Packers aren't playing:
Threw together some pigs in a blanket:
And later in the game, when Cpl. Wolves got home from work, we had steak sandwiches:
Upon biting into one, Cpl. Wolves told me, "Wrap a metric fuck-ton of these for me to take to work tomorrow." That means they were good. The key, of course, is to grill the buns.
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