Most Superbowl parties are a food lover’s nightmare: frozen chicken tenders, chips with hydrogenated oils, and of course the ever so classy dip. The worst Superbowl party I ever attended took place at a house with three televisions in one room and no visible books....once I got past that I could not find a buffet, snacks, or any readily available food. About five minutes into our visit the Hostess arrived with a can of Miller Lite and the following inquiry: “do you need me to make you something to eat?”
Since that nightmare, I have actually enjoyed the Superbowl. For six years it has been unspoken law at our house that the Superbowl belongs to the Brits. From small apartments to new houses, new televisions, and lots of wine, we have spent every Superbowl Sunday together to relax, converse and enjoy homemade junk food. This year as the guest list grows and the tradition remains, old friends and new will munch, cheer, and perhaps share a little wine. Our Menu:
Mom’s Famous Taco Dip
Spicy Fried Wings
Grilled Vietnamese-Style Chicken Wings
Tequila-Lime Wings
Hot Wings with Blue Cheese Yogurt Sauce
Sweet Potato French Fries
Soft Pretzels with Mustard Sauce
Crunchy Chocolate Malt Cupcakes
A few hours of junk food, laughter, and hopefully an exciting football game. Sounds like the best classless Sunday yet.
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