Now what?
Football season is done, another year past. We celebrated the well deserved victory of the New York Giants. There were several large parties around my house. One neighbor even rented a large bounce house for the occassion. I don't think there were any Patriots fans near me because I didn't hear a peep when they scored. Although I didn't particularly care for either team, I was rooting for the Giants because we all know how much my sister and I love the Patriots (ha, ha). The end of the season always makes me sad, despite the fact that I haven't watched much football this season. I still go to ESPN to check out how my teams have been doing. Now what do I do? Guess I just have to wait for baseball season to start. And the NFL draft so we can see where Colt is going to be next year.
We had, of course, way too much food. This year, I prepared edamame, boiled peanuts, butter mochi, chocolate chip cookies, little smokies, roasted pork butt, and 3 types of phyllo-wraps (brie and honey; brie and fig jam; and spinach and artichoke dip). In addition to that we had hot dogs, various fillings for sandwiches (sun-dried tomato turkey, chicken pesto w/water chestnuts, jalapeno and salsa tuna, hummus w/roasted garlic & peppers, pb & j, regular tuna, and egg salad), 3 types of poke, poi, crackers, chips, gau, KFC chicken, spinach rolls, a gainormous chocolate cake (from Costco), haupia cake, cheesecake, and cream puffs. Musson and I have gladly expanded our cooking to include our taste in homemade and slightly more refined goodies. I am so sick of eating hot dogs, I won't even eat C-Man's leftovers anymore. They go straight to the dogs. Must get gau recipe from Musson, it was ono. I could have eaten the whole pan, had I not devoured everything else in sight. Yikes, that was a lot of food. I, of course, ate for about 4 hours and now feel ill.
Spent most of the rest of the evening cleaning up. Finally got everything put away and cleared. C-Man washed, entertained and now in bed, stalling tactics in full swing. Am beat. Wish they would have the Superbowl on a Saturday instead of Sunday, then people could have a day of rest afterwards. I could sure use it.
Now I can rest for a bit, but I need to start packing (in secret) for my Vegas trip next weekend.
Hey Sis, glad to see that you're still alive and well...
My mood: exhausted, stuffed full of food, and ready for bed