
Every year on the Sunday closest to my birthday, we throw a party and guess what, a Super Bowl breaks out. This year they called it XLIV. All the regulars showed up minus Leslie (we missed her) and plus Brian (welcome to the tradition!). Food was prepared and consumed; money changed hands. It was a beautiful day and a great good time was had by all. Not only that, the Saints triumphed over the mind numbingly boring team from Indianapolis, faux Colts. WHO DAT! WHO DAT! Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints!

We swapped last year’s Bacon Explosion for piles of veggies. That stuff in the jars is my home made pickled cauliflower and carrots. Here they are on their way to the dining room… betting central.

Not that we didn’t have meat, we had plenty. That’s a Burgers’ Smokehouse “City Ham” from Missouri. I made a K-Paul Meatloaf and macaroni salad with a barbecue flavor. Now that was good, and it’s a good thing because we had enough to eat for a week.

We didn’t make everything… here’s Paula with her deviled eggs and Sarah with her chili. After a taste of Sarah’s chili, one need an egg to cool down one’s palate. Continue reading “Party Hearty”


Last year Greg Oden helped pound the Buckeye’s basketball team into the paint of the NCAA tournament; this year the Oden-less OSU hoopsters will be watching at home. Therefore I would understand if there is much less enthusiasm for this group going head-to-head on brackets as we did last year thanks to the NY Times new-fangled and easy to use tool that lets us compete as a group, as well as to measure ourselves against the larger world, including their own sports writers. The Times is offering this feature again this year, and I thought I’d roll out the ball again to see who picks it up.





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