Sarah’s kind name-drop in her most recent Friday Football Foodie reminded me of how little I’ve written lately, in this space or others. I’ve been up to my hairline with real life. It’s just as well that I haven’t penned much. Between the Super Bowl and the Stanley Cup, I would have become That Guy sometime in July. Better to remain silent and be thought a gloating, arrogant douchetard, than to open my mouth and remove all doubt. Imagine how insufferable this town would be if the Pirates didn’t suck in historic proportion. Way to keep us grounded, Buccos!
That Foodie post also has me itching to try that breakfast enchilada recipe. Maybe the 15th. There aren’t many opportunities for game day breakfast food Back East. Especially when your team is the defending Super Bowl champion and in demand for prime-time games, not 1:00 starts called by CBS’ #4 crew. (See, there I go.)