Super Bowl

The Super Bowl is something of a national holiday no matter what, but in Seattle this year, there was real dedication. At 3:30 this afternoon, I think you could have taken a walk down the middle of I-5 undisturbed. Fine friends of ours hosted a terrific party with multiple screens, a fantastic spread, and a friendly vibe that got friendlier and friendlier as Seattle's score continued to climb. The naturalized citizens among us were free to ask questions about the game. The children asked questions about the commercials... especially that Butterfinger "cup therapy" one, which was a mystery to them (and pretty funny to some of us old married folks). I admit that internally, I am asking questions about whether the whole football industry is morally supportable; but I mostly compartmentalized that, and enjoyed myself.

We were in "Feast Mode" all afternoon. There were Mackle-Smores (with Ryan Lewis): a chocolate chip cookie with melted marshmallow and Hershey bar on a double-Grammy cracker.

 There was a Marshawn Spynch (spinach) and Golden Tater Pie.

 There were football meatballs. (Foot-meat-balls?)

 There were blue and green cupcakes, for which the kids made "12th Man" flags.

And there were various other themed contributions... Lynchee (that is, lychee) Marshawn-tinis, guacamole with blue chips, blueberries and green grapes, Skittles, and so on and so on.

The kids were in fine form, and we grownups had a great time.