fat free opinions on a food centric life
It’s been quite a while since I’ve written here and I’d like to say it’s because we’ve stopped eating — our waistlines would most likely appreciate it if we had — but sadly, that is not the case. With my youngest son’s last year of …
Time has just flown by lately and with it, my opportunities to not only write as much as I have, but cook the way I’ve always enjoyed cooking — experimenting with new recipes. Since coming back from Mexico, I’ve been mulling over an opportunity that …
Having been a resident of San Diego for so many years, it’s impossible not to get caught up in our Chargers even though there always seems to be just as many fans in the stadium for the opposing team as there are Chargers fans. Lots of people who grew up elsewhere find their way here because of the weather and they rarely leave, but manage to hang on to their old teams enough to drive the rest of us crazy. Inevitably, a comment is shouted about something to the effect of, “If you’re loving your blinking bleebs so much, then why don’t you go back to where you came from…” when the visitors are winning, and their San Diego fans are loudly proclaiming their superiority on the field. Ah, the joys of being sports fans!
Being married to the most intense sports fan you’d ever imagine has helped me understand more about football than I’d have ever known otherwise. Unfortunately, he’s more of a cup-half-empty guy when it comes to sports, and suffers from knowing way too much — using all the statistics he naturally holds in his brain to calculate possibilities for their athletic demise. It’s a sight to behold, watching his intensity each week, often standing in front of the television with his arms crossed instead of slouched in a chair with a beer.
He’s not much of a beer guy. He likes Coke — and hot tea.
But he’ll be at the game today, so I’ll be home with our 16-year-old, cheering for our team with my usual it’s not over ’till the fat lady sings attitude when it comes to our Chargers. And no….I’m not planning on being the singing fat lady.
To spice things up a bit, I happen to have a bet going with a foodie friend Peter over at Kalofagas regarding the outcome of this game today. His pick is Indy, and I’m saying no way on that one. The Chargers are going all the way. They’re so due. Over due. Peter and I have agreed that should out team lose, we must admit our defeat, worship the winning team, and celebrate the winning city. I sure hope he’s studying about San Diego right now, because he’s going to have a lot to write about.
But now for some real spice.
How about a big ol’ pot o’ chili for the game?
Halloween officially launches the party season as far as I’m concerned. It’s not like we have a calendar full of swanky events scheduled…I’m counting zero right now…, but having any excuse to get together constitutes a party. Why not? Football, the holidays, and…..Election …
If you’d asked me even at age 25, I’d have told you squash wasn’t something I thought I’d enjoy eating at any point in my life. I’d just begun to experiment with zucchini about then and that’s only because I had a small garden and …