Ah, SPORTSBALL. If it’s not one game, it’s another. That’s what it seems to me at this point. But not to my dad… and not to me growing-up. Living in the greater Los Angeles area, my dad was a lifelong Rams fan who loved grilling meat, and later in life, loved red wine. Back when I lived at home, I would often watch football with my dad — which meant he would be in the living room enjoying the game and I’m be doing the weekly baking — cookies and other desserts for him to have in his lunch box that he would take with him to his work as a plumber. And then I’d hear him whoop and holler and “come see this! you’ve got to see this!” and I’d hustle out to the living room from the kitchen to see a spectacular play.
My dad would have loved today’s Super Bowl game where the Rams won– and he would have loved the food and wine we paired with it.