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Super Bowl Sausage Fest

February 3, 2012

I’ve been losing things all week. I lost days (I thought Wednesday was Tuesday), lost my keys (well, locked myself out of the house), lost my Xbox Live profile (some hacker stole it from me), and thought I lost my wedding ring (it was in my pocket).

Maybe I’m just preoccupied as I face my impending cholesterol test. I’m going to try and get it done this morning. Besides the Tour de Egg Sandwich this past Saturday, I’ve been pretty darn good this week. Plus, if I get my blood work done now, I don’t have to think about it during the Super Bowl.

As it turns out, the Super Bowl will fall in the sweet spot between my blood work and my appointment to discuss it with my doctor. It’s like a hall pass for the week.

What does this mean for the big game?

I take the Super Bowl very seriously. It’s the one day a year that I attempt to do something manly. That is it. Just this one thing. Unless you count mowing the lawn, which I don’t, because for years that was the purview of teenage boys.

Part of my traditional celebration has been eating traditional foods, like delivery pizza & wings, bags of chips and copious amounts of mass-market beer.

But not this year.

There is a little something I’ve been sitting on for a special occasion, and that’s my pack of duck, foie gras and sauternes sausages. When I saw these at Adventure in Food a while back, I recalled something similar topped with caramelized onions that Raf and I ate at an event in San Francisco.

It was the same night Raf discovered vanilla ice cream with cocoa nibs.

However, since I have no plans of sharing these sausages with my kids, and I can’t imagine that Mrs. Fussy would want to give them a go, the feast of manly delights seems like a perfect fit. Okay, well maybe they aren’t so manly. But in a week, I suspect they will be out of my diet entirely.

So much for eating like the everyman. As long as I’m throwing convention out the window, I’ll also plan to drink some exceptional beer too. I have a few bottles of Founder’s Brewery Red’s Rye PA and while that has absolutely nothing to do with either team, it’s a delicious thing to drink.

Perhaps I will save them for the first quarter when I can still adequately appreciate their zesty grapefruit bouquet. Or maybe even before the kickoff as an aperitif. That’s manly, right?

Still, there will have to be something to drench in Buffalo sauce. It’s not a Super Bowl without Buffalo sauce. I do have a wee bit of duck fat remaining. If I could get some good local potatoes, I could roast ’em and crisp ’em up in the duck fat before drowning them in the buffalo sauce.

Oh baby.

The challenge will be managing all this and watching the game at the same time. I’d try and rope Mrs. Fussy into helping. But I can’t imagine she could in good faith be complicit in any of these shenanigans. We’ll see. I’ll keep you posted. Enjoy the game.

Go Giants.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. February 3, 2012 10:46 am

    It all sounds very manly to me. But then again, what do I know? My manly husband doesn’t even watch football. Still, sausage seems manly enough to me. Enjoy!

  2. February 3, 2012 11:16 am

    I will be in South Beach on vacation with the little woman for the Super Bowl. Any dining recommendations?

  3. February 3, 2012 11:24 am

    Fussy, you know as well as I that you are watching the game for the ads.

    I do like the concept of waiting to hammer the beers till first quarter though. Lots of self control there.

  4. February 5, 2012 1:08 am

    The Coop has local potatoes, so does Capital District Community Gardens!

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