Well, it’s *that* time of year again. Football. I can’t stand it. There, I’ve said it publicly. I HATE IT. I hate how slow it is. I hate when a bunch of dudes are in a room together and all their testosterone is becoming one with each other’s and they start yelling and jumping up and, and, and…..oh, hi.
“Whatchoo talkin’ about Mommy”?
Hey! You know what other time of year it is? Hatch chile time. I can get on board with that. And snacks. I like snacks. In fact, I don’t even mind making snacks for SOME PEOPLE to watch football with. Especially if I can make them snacks and then they take the snacks somewhere else and I don’t have to witness the football, the testosterone, the yelling or the jumping.
I just have to make sure that I save some of the snacks for myself for eating while watching Masterpiece Theater.
Shoutout to Shawnda over at Confections of a Foodie Bride for queso wisdom.