Rise Up! Roll Up!
Rise Up. I just like saying that. I don’t know what it means as it relates to the game. In fact, I don’t know a lick about football. I barely know who’s playing in today’s playoff game but I’ll be damned if I’m the only one who doesn’t have the cute gear. So I’ll make this quick because I need to go shopping for Falcon’s clothing. And food. Because if there’s anything that makes sense about football it’s this: snacks. Football days are days when you can eat snacks all day long and it’s allowed. Cheese dips, spinach puffs, mushroom caps, turkey wraps. You name it; I’m eating it. And I don’t even care if the legit football people are in one room watching the game because that just means there’s more space around the food for me. I’ll give them their token tray of chips and guac but if they really want the good stuff, they’ll just have to come and get it. It’s a jolly day for all. Men can act like three-year-olds, kids delight in the fact that there are no real meals all day, and the rest of the non-watchers can stand around and dish about anything for a few hours while eating crap they’d never touch the rest of the year. Don’t forget the fact that wine and beer are free-flowing. It’s a win-win.
So what are we making? I could be so literal and write something about bread “rising up” or make biscuits or something. But that would be too easy. Remember, this is a blog about chaos and things aren’t planned in advance. So I won’t rise up. I’ll roll up.
Turkey and Veggie Roll-Ups