Super Bowl Sunday - a day when people who love the NFL (and those who jump on a one-night bandwagon) get together and eat bad-for-you food (and lots of it), yearn for this year's commercials (a marketer's dream), plan for the Half-Time Show (bio breaks happen in the second quarter), and cheer on their "favorite" team (or a team that is chosen as the lesser of two evils).
This year, we hosted a few friends for dinner and the game. Because we have a digital antenna and don't pay for cable, we are lucky enough to get the American channel with the American commercials, as long as there's no massive weather event.
Everyone came over after church and started helping out - setting the table, getting the drinks cooled, and even working as taste-testers (I trust Smitty's palette). Did I mention Rita's ninja dish-washing skills?
Dinner and pre-game started with a simple pasta: rotini with sauteed onions, garlic and cherry tomatoes and finished with goat cheese, arugula and peperoncini.
We moved to the living room once the game started and began the grazing ritual like a boss. Nachos, veggies with a wasabi dip, and brownies accompanied the beverages for the game. With three boys and two girls with appetites like the boys, the food was plentiful! And, I think a game of Risk might have also ensued.
All that detail aside, it's a blessing to have such amazing friends. Everyone has their own story, their own walk with Christ, and their own goals in life - it's how God has placed each other into each other's walks that I find fascinating. We love them all and we're an example that family doesn't mean blood-relation. It can be that we are apart of a bigger family - brothers and sisters in Christ.
...And the game? Well, I think that despite my husband's lucky Seattle green pedicure, his team lost and Benji's pick won but, looking back at our selfie, the score really didn't matter.
