My Superbowl Food Brings All the Boys to the Party

For both undergrad and graduate school, I chose a national, private university.  As a result, the friends I made came from across the country and stretched to all corners of the globe.  This, in my mind, was one of the huge perks of attending a national university rather than a state or regional school, but because all my friends are from all over the country, I do not have any Steelers friends here in D.C.  Instead, my friends (comprised of 2 Eagles fans, 2 Patriots fans,  1 Redskins fan, 1 Giants fan, 1 Packers fan, and 5 individuals who think a quarterback pocket is where he stuffs a playbook in between passes) came for one reason and one reason only: to eat.  I don’t think they were disappointed.

Unfortunately, because I only have one oven, I wasn’t able to take pictures of what I made.  I prepped everything beforehand during the day, but once the party started, it was just a constant stream of putting something in the oven, taking it out, serving it, putting the next thing in, etc.  The following night I literally had an amazing fantasy dream in which I was picking out a second convection oven for my kitchen.  Some women have hot, steamy dreams of men with 6-packs… I have steamy dreams about second convection ovens.  Analyze away.

If you attended MY Superbowl party, you would have been served:

• buffalo wings served with blue cheese dressing and celery sticks
• buffalo  chicken dip
• bean dip
• spinach and artichoke dip
• macaroni and cheese
• brie and crackers
• beef “pigs” in a blanket
• pizza bites
• PhizzleDizzle’s bacon wrapped heart attack
• Steelers decorated chocolate cupcakes
• Nilla wafer banana pudding
• chocolate mousse
• and… the ultimate, edible snack stadium

The Ultimate, Edible Snack Stadium.  Field: guacamole with sour cream yard markers.  Steelers endzone: queso dip.  Cardinals endzone: salsa.  Players: beef lil’smokies sausages (at one point during the evening, they were all wearing Tostitos Scoops helmets).  Goal posts: slim-jims.  Stadium seats: mozzarella sticks. Fans: Tostitos and cheetos. Stadium walls: rice krispie treats.

And, almost the entire stadium was consumed by the end of the night.  Have I mentioned that many of my friends are large, hungry men?

When I told PhizzleDizzle that I was going to make her self-proclaimed “Best Snack Ever” for the party, she told me I had to take a picture.  I’ve already told her the story behind the magic bacon log, but literally immediately after I pulled it out of the oven, all rolled and full of melty cheese and set it down on the table, Harrison caught the interception and ran for a 100-yard defensive touchdown.  While I was jumping up and down like a maniac, the menfolk behind me were devouring the bacon log.  By the time I turned around to grab a picture, this was all that was left.  Needless to say, it was quite the hit.

If anyone is interested in any recipes for anything I made, let me know, and I’d be happy to pass them along!

So, who’s coming to my house the next time the Steelers are in the Superbowl?