Meat Me at the Super Bowl
If my team doesn't make it to the finals, I always put my money on the underdog. It's a good feeling to be at a crowded table with my pals, cheering, yelling, having moments of silent prayer, eating hotdogs, hot wings, sliders, ribs. That last part is the best part next to the underdogs winning the game. All the food. All the meat.
Big televised American sports finals like the Super Bowl are my favorite days for deviating from my normal, healthy culinary patterns and embracing the many varieties of grilled, fried and sauced up meats (french fries and onion rings on the side). This is big news for someone like me, who is -truthfully- half bunny rabbit. On Big Game days, however, the fluffy tail comes off and the fangs come out. Regrettably, my tummy is too small to really go nuts, but I made a decent killing yesterday while cheering the NY Giants.
As the NFL builds its international audience, I am imagining Super Bowl parties around the world--platefuls if Tandoori chicken, platters of lamb kebab, heaps of prawns in garlic sauce, bratwursts galore, and piles of prosciutto-wrapped veal burgers. Sounds good to me, though at odds with the movement toward soy as a more sustainable crop (needs less water and less land than cattle for more volume, crops mature in 8-10 months where cattle matures in 2 years). Then again, soy farming also has its downfalls (alleged contribution to deforestation, high fat content).
If worse comes to worse and we devote more acreage and water to fields of soy, I suggest letting the meat flow freely on Big Game day, as we do with candy on Halloween. Trick or Meat!
Big televised American sports finals like the Super Bowl are my favorite days for deviating from my normal, healthy culinary patterns and embracing the many varieties of grilled, fried and sauced up meats (french fries and onion rings on the side). This is big news for someone like me, who is -truthfully- half bunny rabbit. On Big Game days, however, the fluffy tail comes off and the fangs come out. Regrettably, my tummy is too small to really go nuts, but I made a decent killing yesterday while cheering the NY Giants.As the NFL builds its international audience, I am imagining Super Bowl parties around the world--platefuls if Tandoori chicken, platters of lamb kebab, heaps of prawns in garlic sauce, bratwursts galore, and piles of prosciutto-wrapped veal burgers. Sounds good to me, though at odds with the movement toward soy as a more sustainable crop (needs less water and less land than cattle for more volume, crops mature in 8-10 months where cattle matures in 2 years). Then again, soy farming also has its downfalls (alleged contribution to deforestation, high fat content).
If worse comes to worse and we devote more acreage and water to fields of soy, I suggest letting the meat flow freely on Big Game day, as we do with candy on Halloween. Trick or Meat!