Bowls of Super Cake (or how we learned to love Super Bowl weekend)
We hate the sport, but love the sin. The sin of gluttony that is. While friends and family are placing bets on which the winning team will be, we're not even sure who's in the finale. Is that what they call that final football game played on Superbowl Sunday?
We're too distracted by the circulating Superbowl Evite menus to pay any attention to whether it's the Patriots and Redskins duking it out on the green or not. We must dedicate our time to determining where the evening should be spent to guarantee that we get the tastiest of Superbowl hors d'oeuvres offerings. Everybody knows that the Super Bowl Sunday venue is chosen based not on screen size but on quality of table spread. This year to accomplish our mission properly, we will divide, conquer and reconvene with sampler platters from around Brooklyn.
We know from past experience where to go to get the heavenly cheesy spinach squares that have more butter than cheese & spinach combined. Then there's the invitation to sample the slowest smoked ribs on the planet. And since Whole Foods has overstocked their football cake supply, you're guaranteed free football cake samples if you're content to avoid the TV screens and hang around that cute sample man.
