It is safe to say that last night's Super Bowl just didn't measure up in New Orleans to last year's Super Bowl. In NOLA we all gathered to watch the game, but at the party I went to, we spent more time with the gumbo than the Black Eyed Peas. I did align myself with the Steelers by eating all items made with cheese the same color as their "terrible towel".
I also ate a few pickles.
Fried pickles made an appearance and I have to say, these were the best homemade fried pickles I've ever had. My friend Brad made them and they were "restaurant quality"! They held their crisp-ity crunch way after leaving their deep fried bath.I tip my hat to whoever gave Brad a deep fryer for Xmas.
A tip of the hat is also due to my friend Daniel. Daniel has already conquered the stage with his band Double Dong and film with his role in Nit Wit. He's conquered fatherhood with 3 children in almost as many years, is a pretty good bowler, can kiss a dog like nobody's business and all while looking good in a pair of cut off jeans short-some would say an impossible feat. He's also taken on pickling and guess what?
HOT DAMN. They make me smile.
They arrived at my door the night before the Super Bowl with their very own label drawn and attached to the jar and the next night they assumed their place on the mighty party table amongst the cheeses and cheese filled things.
Which I then ate.
Sooo...remind me again who won the game?
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