It’s the time of year when hot wings become an acceptable dinner food at our house. I usually try to include a salad, or at least slice a few apples, but that wasn’t happening yesterday. Instead, to round out the healthy meal, I threw a pizza in the oven when the wings were done.
It was a Sunday in September and the Packers were playing. And, lo and behold, it was televised here! That meant, of course, that all of our work had to be done by 4:15 because once the game started…toast. We were all hunkered down with our hot wings and pizza, cheering for that punk Aaron Rodgers. (Okay, fine, I like him. He’s just not Brett.)
So, the four food groups food pyramid went out the window and we taught our kids to eat bar food.
At least they’ll be ready for college.
I've already seen two predictions (not from locals) that the Packers will go to the Superbowl! You have to start training those kids now.
I think (in honor of having lived in GB) you should have also served any sandwich on a buttered bun and knee caps!