First of all, I know every single one of you loves football. Right?!
And you can't wait for the game to start. Right?!
Okay - some of you may only watch for the commercials, I know.
And some of you just like collecting Super Bowl Sunday Recipes. And if you're one of those, this recipe's for you.
This is what Don Barley and I will be having today as our halftime meal (in between the nervous Superbowl snacking we'll be doing with those wild swings between sweet and salties - ice cream, chips, maybe a Baby Ruth, eating, after all, on Superbowl Sunday is a tradition. Isn't it??!
Cheesy Pull Apart Sliders:
- 1 pound lean ground beef
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1 teaspoon pepper
- 1 teaspoon mustard powder
- ½ teaspoon smoked paprika
- 2 cups diced onion (about 1 medium onion)
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 (10-oz) can Ro-Tel Diced Tomatoes and Green Chiles, drained
- 12 slices cheddar cheese
- 12 dinner rolls
- ½ cup (one stick) butter
- 2 tablespoons Brown Sugar
- 1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
- 1 tablespoon mustard
- 1 tablespoon sesame seeds
- Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
- Place a large skillet on the stove top over high heat. When the pan is hot, add the beef and season with salt, pepper, mustard powder, and paprika. Add the onion and garlic, and cook, stirring occasionally, until beef is browned and onions are golden. Stir in drained tomatoes until combined.
- Slice dinner rolls in half and place bottom half of rolls in 9x13 baking dish. Top with beef mixture & sliced cheese. Finish off with the top half of the bun.
- Mix all the ingredients for the glaze in a sauce pan over medium heat (or microwave about 40 seconds) and mix until melted, smooth, and combined. Pour evenly over the buns.
- Bake at 350 degrees F for 25 minutes.
Makes: 12 burgers.
okay - so.
before we move on to football (although, I know most of you are dying to move on to football), I have a little news I'd like to share.
Some of you already know it, I squealed quite loudly about it at Facebook.
I intended to write about it here. I actually had a lot to say (imagine that), but it happened about the time we were traveling to Atlanta for my mom's service and then the holidays were upon us. But now seems like an okay time.
I was thrilled, surprised, honored and am still floating to have been chosen as one of the top ten finalists in the annual short story contest conducted by Southern Writer's Magazine. It was for my story "Picnics with Aunt Kathryn."
If you're interested in reading it, along with the three top winning entrants and other finalists, you can purchase the magazine in print, or the on-line version, at their webpage - http://www.southernwritersmagazine.com/2015shortstories.html
And if you're not already a subscriber to the magazine, it's one I highly recommend.
I know, I know.
Y'all are ready for some football, right?!
I swear, y'all are such football fanatics here, who would ever believe it?!
There was a time when my home would be full of people on this hallowed day.
It started when I was a little thing and growing up with a dad who was an obsessive Colts fan. Actually, I'm not sure there was any other kind of Colts fan.
Tickets were impossible to come by.
When someone died their Colts tickets were passed down.
My dad did not own a Colts season ticket, but he owned "part" of one.
So he didn't get to all the home games, but those he did get to were always something he enjoyed more than just about anything else he did.
And he was usually in trouble the next day.
He would go with this crazy crowd of cronies. They were always later getting home than he said they would be. Much later. And he would usually bring my mom a gift to ease the pain of the wrath of Hazel. Not, I assure you, a gift she was thrilled with. None of you would have been either, I promise.
I hesitate to mention some of the gifts 'cause I don't want you to think less of my dad, but LordAMercy. They were awful.
Okay. Here's one.
Only a group of idiot men coming home late from a football game will think it's a good idea to stop along the side of the road and pick up (okay, let's just say it - steal) a State of Maryland smudge pot.
Anyone remember when this is what road crews would use at night to mark the roads? Like say, they were doing a repair and wanted to re-route cars away from the repair site? There would be a line of these flaming smudge pots showing a new traffic pattern.
Well, we had one. For a very short while.
And no, my mom was not happy.
I think I remember her saying one time when she was mad at my dad that she was going to call the State of Maryland and turn him in for stealing state property.
And I think we all got kinda tickled about that, truth be told.
What can I say - I was raised by crazy people who laughed at crazy stuff. And did crazy stuff.
When my dad couldn't be at a game and when it was on TV there was always this group of rowdies hanging out at our place. The Arcade.
Here's the roster - Tom Duncan and his dog Bobo (I loved Bobo. Loved Tom too). Dude Willoughby and his younger brother Young Dude Willoughby. Some guy named Fish. Another guy named Moose. There was a Donnie (the only one I didn't particularly care for). And a sweet old guy named Fred.
They would drink beer. A lot of beer.
My mom would make sandwiches, or sometimes cook them a nice meal. She would put it out on the kitchen table so they could help themselves and then she would disappear into the bedroom, close the door and read or nap.
She was not a fan of football.
I was usually on the floor, sitting between my dad's feet sneaking sips out of his beer.
This was a problem.
My mother would pitch a fit about him allowing his only child to become an alcoholic before the age of 10. (I'm telling you, she had some great lines).
It was also a problem when the Colts would score and everyone in the room would stand up, arms straight up in the air, screaming SCORE!
I occasionally had my fingers stepped on. I also occasionally would accidentally hit someone in the nose when my hands went straight up for the SCORE!
We had an old sofa that sat on 4 short little wooden legs. When the guys sat back down one Sunday after the SCORE! all four legs popped off the sofa and pinged against the walls.
Oh, yes - Hazel Wilkinson was thrilled.
Long story short - a new sofa was bought.
But the very next time the guys were over to watch the Colts someone's cigar was dropped and there was a nasty burn in the sofa arm.
WHY my mom put up with all this I will never know.
But these things did make for great stories, I have to say.
You might already know the end of this particular saga.
Colts owner Robert Irsay moved the team from Baltimore to Indianapolis, completely unannounced, in the early morning hours of March 29, 1984. This after having been THE team in Baltimore since 1953.
Believe me when I say this is still a topic of conversation and it has not yet been forgiven.
When we were cleaning out my mom's apartment we found this -
Oh, yes. This was a huge hit back in 1984.
But I had to laugh that my mom still had it.
Tucked in a drawer.
An old 45 that had been my dad's.
Back when he was heartbroken and mad as hell about losing the Colts.
Back when we actually had a turntable on which this record could be played.
Moving ahead quite a few years and I was now in Atlanta and pulling for the Atlanta Falcons.
There were always, always, always, people at my house watching football.
Once again, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
My furniture was now the furniture bearing football scars.
My house was now the place people were drinking beer and standing up to shout SCORE!
I was the one making sandwiches and leaving them in the kitchen for everyone to help themselves.
I had become my mother AND my father.
I was also flat in love with the Pittsburgh Steelers.
All of them!
But mostly I loved Terry Bradshaw, Mean Joe Greene, Franco Harris and Lynn Swann. Man - I loved those guys.
But, as time went on I lost my taste for football.
and in a big way.
Now I'm head over heels in love with Cam Newton who is a breath of fresh air.
And now I'm a happy girl with my bum parked in front of the TV on Sundays watching the Panthers play ball. And I will still stand up and shout SCORE!
Football is fun for me again.
So. Today I'll be reliving the kind of Sunday I used to live. Back from the time I was a kid sitting between her dad's feet stealing sips of beer. Today though I'll be in my own chair, drinking my own glass of wine, and I'll be thinking about my dad.
Watching the Carolina Panthers play the Denver Broncos in the Superbowl.
No big crowd of people here today for the big game. Just me, Donald and Harley Barley. Not as many Superbowl snacks sitting around as there might have been back in the day, but some. More than enough though.
Harley hates watching football with me because I am a loud TV participant, but he does enjoy those snacks that get dropped on the floor.
I still jump up and yell SCORE!
It seems to be a part of my genetic make-up, that "SCORE!" thing.
And I still yell at the refs.
And I am, of course, a great armchair quarterback AND coach.
Funny, and fun, how after not sitting in front of a football game on the TV for so many years how it all came right back to me this season. Kinda like riding a bike, I guess.
Truth be told, none of this would be happening for me if it weren't for one person.
This guy is a ray of sunshine who has pulled a team together. A group of guys now having fun while playing the game.
Oh, it's still serious business.
But they are having fun and pulling the fans right along with them.
We're having fun too.
Sad we forgot just how much fun football could be.
Sad the NFL has become what it's become, in my opinion.
Maybe Cam Newton and his teammates can be the beginning of turning all that around. I can hope so anyway.
In the meantime - - -
Are you ready for some football?
Or do you just hate it?
Or, at least, ignore its very existence?
And if you're watching today's game who are you cheering for?