I love food.
I love College and Pro Football.
I love eating crappy food at football events and tailgates.
I do not love farts that smell like blue cheese and fried pickles, and come out hotter than the devil’s morning breath.
I know full well what a buffalo chicken popper does to my insides, but still my resolve wavers. I am a weak child before the might of the delights of the Hidden Valley. I battle to perhaps stick with the quinoa salad, and a caprese salad, but too soon, the bacon wrapped water chestnuts appear. They sizzle, whispering sweet nothings as their brown sugar glaze pops and oozes. Pizza Dip uses it’s siren song to lure you to drown in the pools of molten pepperoni oil.
Then, I spend four hours grazing. I feel terrible, and that night the dutch ovens I give my wife are somewhere at the nexus of awesome and awful.
So, we’ve been trying to increase the options for “good grazing”. My mother has an amazing avocado celery relish, that is lighter than full on guacamole, and goes well on anything. I don’t think we’ve ever captured it, but we should. We try to keep the veggie tray stocked. The crockpot chili tends to be homemade, which is almost universally better tasting and better for you.
However, there is a time and a place for everything. For Beer and Bacon, that time and place are both at football parties, but we just have to enjoy both responsibly.