Every morning on the ride into work, my wife asks me what we should have for dinner. I’m only partially awake at this time, so I usually mumble into my coffee cup about what would be good, even though food is the last thing on my mind. It works out ok.
This morning though, I had very some specific ideas about what would be served during the NFL draft. Football food. Hamburgers, hot dogs, chili, chips, pickles. I went down the list. Proper ambiance is key to this sort of thing. ” How about if I make taco-frito pie”? she says. Needless to say, that’s what I’m having.