I'm always cheering for the underdog, so obviously I'm supporting Scotland.
Dallas, of course. They almost beat Boston at Boston, and a road win at Detroit would be very nice. Haven't played as well on the road this year.
I enjoy rooting for perfection, evil, and the AFC, so I am rooting for the Patriots.
Not doing much on the food front. Ordering pizza with some friends from a local awesome pizza place, and bringing spinach & artichoke dip to the party.
I'm with Adolf on the Cowboys. (I can re-post the youtube link, if anyone missed it). That said, Patriots and huckleberry brownies.
huckleberry brownies
Oh dear lord that sounds good.
I want Randy Moss to get a couple of touchdowns while the Patriots lose. Except that I want the Giants to lose too. Damn these zero-sum games.
Pats, though I'm not sure if I'll even get to watch much of the match. I think I'm signed up to watch Arrested Development for much of today.
I don't even want to think about food, and probably won't for a good majority of the day. That said, pizza still sounds awesome.
I'm pulling for the Giants, but at peace with their near-inevitable loss.
I think the Giants ahve a real good chance. Teams have been figuring out the Patriots. It may be that Mulroney will be too much for them, though.
i don't really care. but i'm making lemon bars and chocolate chip cookies, smasher's on the chili, and spencer's promised a variety of things including burgers and chicken. plus beer. woo!
As usual, The Onion gets it exactly right.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2triiYXSY8
Here it is again. Later, y'all.
Rooting for the Giants, of course, as Bill Belicheck and Tom Brady represent everything that is wrong with America.
Making chili, tortellini salad, guac, a nice black-eyed pea and cheese dip.
1: My brother knew a guy in NY who was an artist, but apparently in an earlier life a French rugby hero (lost on us Americans entirely, although our grandmother would sing to us of the "cherry and white," we didn't know what that was). Said fellow's name was mentioned to a French friend of ours, who nearly had a stroke. Crazy French rugby fandom was new to us.
Similarly, a friend of mine used to date an American artist (pretty well known; they sell books about him at MOMA) whose father was a famous West Indian cricketer, and when he would go to Australia, say, for a show, all anyone wanted to hear about was his dad.
Our "friends" have spurned our small set with dodgy antenna for someone else's big HD, so we won't be watching (unless the Giants are strong early, in which case I'll end up watching. I still have the NYG t-shirt I wore when I was 2 or 3; for a couple decades, my sister's big Snoopy wore it). If we did have friends coming over, it would be 7-layer dip. Instead, chicken saltimbocca with a roasted green bean & potato salad.
I'm not making a thing, nor am I watching the game. I am, however, contemplating the half of a chocolate mousse pie that's sitting in the fridge.
the giants; chicken korma, rice w/ peas & cashews, fresh grape chutney.
oh, and key lime pie. Well, regular lime pie.
Holy crap, I just saw that the 7-layer dip substitutes bacon for black olives. That's like substituting Tom Brady for pre-2008 Eli.*
*A more football-savvy comp would be Roethlisberger for Eli, since that's what the Giants actually did.
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ya-ko-BUS?
Not a digression. Happy Birthday to Heebie!
In honor of H-B's b-day, I'll be rooting for the Longhorns tonight.
23: Actually, it's pronounced "Chumley."
Patriots* and pot roast.
16: Crazy French rugby fandom was new to us.
In the late '70s, former Irish, Lions and Barbarians rugby star Tony O'Reilly (who became chairman of Heinz) would from time to time stop in at practices of a local rugby club. Not such a big deal to the Yanks, big deal to the point of discomfiture for those from more rugby-savvy places.
27: I'm glad you said something! I'd thought it might be "Faw".
And many people thought Samuel Beckett was just an old bum, when in fact he was a cricketeer of note.
Redfoxtailshrub: sorry, I don't know.
I'm in Boston and rooting for Bobby Flay to beat Graham Bowles in the Iron Chef competition secret ingredient: chocolate. But I'm curious to see how Boston would react if the Pats lose - stiff upper lip? riots on the Green Line? so there is that.
It took me a bit to realize what this thread was about.
being a bills fan as a kid was probably related to when i stopped being insterested in sports.
My birth certificate says I was born in Boston so I am supporting the Patriots. Not cooking a thing.
(I should get myself a birthday cake or perhaps a pastry.)
I found a recipe for a chili that involves 5 lbs of pork, a 1lb of bacon, and black-eyed peas in a Food & Wine that my girlfriend left when she moved out. I'm making that.
Happy birthday, Heebie! Happy birthday, md! Have a delicious pastry.
34: Is the Food & Wine chili wrapper mainly for flavor or for texture?
Black beans and ham hocks, but not because of this sports event you people are on about.
I'm pulling for UNC to beat Florida State, of course. But the real game isn't until Wednesday.
I'll be in the office working all day. I may order takeout later on.
Team meteor, probably watch 20 minutes or so, won't cook anything of consequence, though last night was fondue-o-rama.
Heebie Birthday, happy.
I'm being dragged to the home of my wife's colleague to watch the thing, so I assume chips and salsa will be on offer.
so I assume chips and salsa will be on offer.
Am I right to detect the strains of bitchiness here? You'd offer at the very least homemade chips and salsa made fresh that morning.
Happy B'day, heebie-screebie.
My birth certificate says I was born in Boston so I am supporting the Patriots.
Likewise. My sympathies are with the rest of New England thanks to my Vermont upbringing, but I'm interested to see the insufferability of Boston sports fans taken to levels previously unknown. Is there an upper limit, even theoretically?
If I can unshackle myself from the computer for long enough, I may try to duplicate a friend's droolworthy recipe for baby back pork ribs done under the broiler.
I believe I will sit in my apartment in pajamas eating fat-free Greek yogurt with Kashi and taking naps. Alternatively, I could go to O'Connors to watch the game and partake in the chili contest. But then I remember how I felt when I woke up under my coat on Bave's couch this morning, and yogurt it is.
fat-free Greek yogurt
What's the point?
Texas chili with spices and peppers from Terlingua, courtesy of Sue's recent trip through Southwest Texas. I'm pretending I didn't see the bit above about espresso-bean chili or whatever that abomination was that Sir Kraab is preparing in Texas.
I'm rooting for Texas, if that wasn't apparent.
As you have probably heard, Benjamin, I can't tolerate a lot of milkfat.
Thank you RFTS. I have today reached the canonical age for Unfogged. Though I am not balding, yet.
What's your procedure, Armsmasher?
Happy birthday, heebie and md!
Rooting for Giants but without much conviction.
Menu: my father's recipe for chicken paprikash served with spaetzle.
The game itself does not interest me all that much, but my housemate is an amazing cook--so to the SB party I will go. I am planning on drinking beer & working on an electronics project in the corner whilst enjoying the misery of whomever's team loses. I had a grad school interview at 9 AM this morning, so I figure I deserve a little misanthropy.
Update: Anyone who cares about beans or cheese wants to be where I am, for I have done something awesome.
Coffee and chocolate bring out the taste of the chilis.
I usually want some team to win, but both of these are among the six or eight sports teams that have earned my infinite hatred, so I don't know what to do. Won't even be drinking anything.
I'm rooting for a Pterodon to swoop from the skies and pluck Eli Manning from the pitch just as he drops back to pass during the first series of the game. Or if not that, a giant tsetse fly to do the same -- but in its beak (natch). And if Peyton and Archie are there, they should be whisked off to sure death as well.
Should that happen, I will celebrate with pizza and beer. Otherwise, I'm fasting until the Mannings no longer blight our sporting landscape. Well, Cooper's okay; he's suffered enough.
I don't have a link to–able recipe, but it's roughly: Five pounds of beef roast (half cubed, half rough ground); pablano peppers, charred and peeled; chipotle peppers (canned in adobo sauce is OK); jalapenos, serranos, habaneros, to desired heat and vegetal tones; paprika, cumin, chili powder (pasilla or ancho plus Gephardt's), other spices to taste; beer for base (stout is advised though today I will be using Negro Modelo in hopes of giving the spices center stage); vidalia onions; garlic; vinegar; masa harina to thicken; maybe—maybe—some crushed stewed tomatoes; a little bit of sugar; unsweetend chocolate (like 1 oz).
Those are the ingredients, anyhow. I have to get started or I'd write out the recipe in detail. No beans, you notice—fuck some beans! Fuck some Tom Brady for that matter!
Lil' Smokies are the only thing I like about Superbowl, so I declare "Little Weenie Sunday" every year. This year, though, my chef husband is depriving me of my little weenies and taking me to an Indian restaurant, where he plans to eat this, the heartless bastard.
55: I care very deeply about such things indeed.
Yes, I knew someone would. Here is a secret: pinto beans and black beans are replaced to spectacular effect with black eye peas.
It has been far too long since I've been to an Indian restaurant. Salaam Bombay, people. Salaam Bombay.
61: Little lamb: so cute! Lamb vindaloo: so tasty!
A conundrum. So vexing!
60: . No beans, you notice--fuck some beans!
I presume this is your rendering of the "If you know beans about chili, you know chili ain't got no beans" ethic?
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Texan chili has no beans. But excellent chilis can have beans.
As far as I can tell, chili with no beans is "meat sauce", as in what my parents used to put on spaghetti. They made very good meat sauce. But it still seems like there's something missing when there is both no beans and no spaghetti.
My personal world view holds chapter revising as more satisfying than household cleaning. But my husband sharply disagrees as to which task is more satisfyingly engaged in by me for him (those prepositions seem wrong), which occasionally mars the satisfaction of having opted to revise.
"Damn you! Revising chapters again while maggots crawl out of the sink and rats rustle around in the fast-food wrappers! How many times can you revise a 30-page chapter?"
"The Picture of Dorian Gray isn't even an interesting novel!! Enough already and help me with the windows!"
Texan chili has no beans. But excellent chilis can have beans.
What is beyond dispute is that chili cannot have no meat. "Chili" as the name of a dish is short for chili con carne, people. You're doing it wrong if it's got no flesh.
"The Picture of Dorian Grey" is a great cliche metaphor, though.
It's a great metaphor for something widely believed to be tawdry but actually totally and completely boring. It's less a metaphor for that, actually, than it *is* that.
John Edwards -- what is his dark secret?
Complete boringness, if the metaphor holds.
That's a safe bet for most people.
73: And the award for the most hackneyed and misleading use of it goes to .... ta da! Lee Siegel.
Authority in America is something like the picture of Dorian Gray. As democracy stretches its muscles, as increasing numbers of people have "access" to just about everything, as more opportunities are created for resentniks and mediocrities to hurl excrement at niches they covet but cannot breach with talent alone, the face of authority grows more and more decrepit. But a scandal a day keeps honest analysis away.
.. and you'll find it hard to believe what he is writing about.
78: blogs? contemporary art? Hi-fis?
79: Close. The baseball steroids scandal.
I'm going to guess he's writing about the failure of people to vote for Joe Lieberman.
Perhaps we could merge the picture of Dorian Gray and the sorcerer's apprentice and come up with a comprehensive unified-field cliche for lots of shit.
Incidentally, Google favors "Dorian Gray" over "Dorian Grey", even though the British spelling is "Grey". Was the character an American?
Oh, 'smasher, if it's so important to your poor little Texas sensibilities, I'll call it black bean-espresso stew.
Just don't call me late to dinner.
Just whack him on the kisser, SK. There's no use being reasonable with these people.
It seems like there have been more noteworthy non-fictional British people named "Gray" than named "Grey". Yes, I established this by searching Wikipedia for "Michael Gray", "Michael Grey", "Charles Gray", "Charles Grey', and so on.
83: Was the character an American?
No. Wikipedia has a picture of the original cover of the periodical it was published in and it is "Gray". However, it is Lippincott's Monthly Magazine which was published out of Philadelphia. Editorial override?
I made the artichoke dip on Sunshine Peppercorn. At first I was worried because it tastes pretty gross prior to baking (too much mayo taste) but fire makes it good.
I was neutral a couple weeks ago- I liked the Giants when I lived in NY but don't really follow them now, but I dislike the Dolphins so I wanted NE to have a perfect season. However, the Boston media had to go and tie football to baseball in talking about Boston vs. NY, so now I believe the Patriots will go down as the greatest Superbowl losers in history.
88 - Oh yay! We almost made the artichoke dip but decided to make lime bars instead. I'm glad to know the artichoke dip is good because it looked easy and I hadn't had a chance to make it yet.
I just posted the key lime bar recipe to Sunshine Peppercorn.
I actually made two batches- brought the first to a political discussion potluck where we picked up three former Edwards voters for Obama, the dip was all devoured. The second batch is in the oven for a party we're about to go to.
While we were out this morning, we got two Hillary calls and an Obama call. I've never experienced being an important voter.
70: Pretty close, except it's 35 pages and a pot that needs to be scrubbed.
I have been getting many Obama calls (about once a day for the past week.) Clinton's campaign hasn't called at all.
Obama's targeting the Cala demographic.
I have been getting many Obama calls (about once a day for the past week.)
Were they from Buckwheat?
BR has made a delicious apple pie. We are bringing pie and alcohol to a party.
94: What, married white women?
Seriously, though, I think you're right, based on my neighborhood & actually being a registered voter in this state.
You're probably still in his SWW database, unless they're very efficient.
I'm rooting for the Patriots, of course, and for neither me nor my father to have a heart attack during the game (Tom Brady, Randy Moss, you can help a bit on the second one by playing like it's week five or thereabouts.) Cooking: do cocktails count as cooking? In any event, prodigious amounts of alcohol will be consumed, though it's unclear whether the amount will be more or less in the event of a Patriots loss or victory. God, they have to win this.
I am rooting for human freedom versus the machine, and thus against the Patriots. I'm going over someone else's house, but I am bringing the beer.
Damn, the pregame show was seven hours. Hope it isn't eight. Jesus.
Damn, the pregame show was seven hours.
Yeah, someone just told me that, and I boggled.
It seems to be about half advertising too.
Arizona law enforcement agencies will use robots to help maintain security at the Super Bowl to be held Feb. 3 at the University of Phoenix Stadium.
The robots are about 3 feet high and move on wheels. Some will be in the public view and possibly patrolling with officers, and some will be in enclosed areas and only brought out if they are needed, said Northrop Grumman spokesman George Seffers.
See that, robots. We are still a first world country!
John, it's a captive audience. Last time I happened to be in an emergency room, the attendants there said that the worst day of the year was, hands down, the SuperBowl: people will ignore all sorts of things until the game's over, then come in in dire straits in the evening. Weird.
101: Yes, it is ridiculous. For logisitical reasons I have been trying to ascertain the actual kickoff time. As far as I can tell it is 6:18 PM, but that might just be a start to some new phase of the bullshit
Yeah, I've been checking in since 2:30 (3:30 EST.) When I found out that the pre-game show started at 11 I was sure that I'd missed part of the game already. But I had almost 3 hours to wait.
Grey is the colour; I think the name is usually spelt Gray. My MIL is a Gray by marriage, and so is her sister.
And 1 - commiserations Gonerill. I was out all day yesterday and came home to find my Welsh husband completely delirious with joy. (And singing Max Boyce songs even more than usual.)
Oh, 'smasher, if it's so important to your poor little Texas sensibilities, I'll call it black bean-espresso stew.
Just don't call me late to dinner.
And be very careful about what you call a bagel in her presence.
Oh, the big football game is on today?
We were talking about maybe going out for Indian food, but after reading this thread, I want CHOCOLATE. Specifically, CHOCOLATE SOUFFLE.
Thye still haven't kicked the motherfucking ball! I guess they haven't sold enough shit yet. I knew 6:17 was bullshit.
Ah well, we get the sport championship broadcasts we deserve in this the best of all possible worlds.
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Sorry oudemia, that's not the self-parodies category.
Hey, where's the SuperBowl livecommenting thread?
And the thing is, the little joke Ben's playing with comments in the thread above actually turned out to express my own thoughts pretty well. Or at least how this game is making me feel. God, please New England, find a way to move the ball and hang on.
120: Damn. I was sure you were going to go with the "WMYBSALM/?" gambit. But you've still got a few surprises left in you!
How would that be a gambit, precisely?
Ben, you bastard. Talk about the flagrant abuse of your lack of a comment policy.
I think it's genius. I doff my cap to w-lfs-n, the prick.
How would that be a gambit, precisely?
Well if you have to ask . . .
A tremendous number of small animals in the ads, including several squirrel ads, a badger ad, a mouse ad, and a weird supermodel / lizard ad.
w-lfs-n sucks. Pats better score.
And one ad with a car full of misc. animals and birds including a wolf.
And I think that I saw one of the lizards trying to look up the supermodel's skirt.
Plenty 'o racist caricatures in the ads thus far.
If you don't love racist pandas, you don't love America. Also: that was a pretty smart challenge in a game this close.
I'm glad I wasn't the only one to notice the absurdly racist salesgenie ads. The hell?
134: C'mon we're post-racism now. It's all good.
You're probably still in his SWW database, unless they're very efficient.
I suspect the Obama campaign has got something like this organized in Cala's state:
In California -- a huge state where political field organizers are a dying breed and media svengalis rule -- the Obama campaign is again bucking tradition. Wicks estimates the campaign is making around 18,000 calls a day, all with volunteer help. And in an Internet twist on the usual boiler-room phone-bank operations, phoners for Obama can obtain phone lists and scripts through their computers at home, obviating the need to gather in a single location -- a technology pioneered by MoveOn.Org. The campaign can track in real time the number of calls made, who is phoning, and the results of the calls.
I am LOL at the live-commenting thread.
It's only funny if the Patriots win. Otherwise, w-lfs-n's to blame. Obviously.
New England will score. The Giants won't. And then the Giants will have trouble getting the ball back with enough time to try to win or tie.
Or something.
James Carville and Bill Frist. That's so sweet. God, I hate Carville.
How can you put single coverage on Moss there?
Might have been the greatest game in football history. Definitely the greatest quarter in football history.
136: B and Mr. B could have told you that.
Best Superbowl ever.
WTF with the NE offensive line? Also, why didn't NE go to quick short passes sooner?
Reminds me of the ball-control games I used to see back before you motherfuckers were born.
And why didn't New England go to the shotgun? Anyone know?
WTF with the NE offensive line?
No doubt. What a bloodbath.
136 worries me. There's a reason media svengalis rule here. It's really hard for a field operation to dent a statewide campaign.
Although considering that the various congressional districts are weighted differently, boots on the ground may be capable of vital precision that the air war can't bring, if you'll pardon my X-treme martial metaphors.
According to the conventional wisdom about the impact of sports on politics, Clinton will now clean up on Tuesday and Romney will be destroyed by MacCain. Have fun, everybody.
What am I offered on France for the 6 nations? Wales did good, but I just have a feeling...
re: 149
I didn't see the Scotland/France game but France are usually a good outside bet.
144: What Emerson said. The respective Ds turned this Super Bowl into a doppelganger of 1950s-60s classic games. To analogize to the Balanchine oeuvre, this game is to the 1967 Ice Bowl as Movements for Piano and Orchestra is to Monumentum Pro Gesualdo.