Super Bowl randomness...

Our Super Bowl eats tonight: twice-baked potatoes and Brussels sprouts. (What? You don't eat Brussels sprouts during the Super Bowl?? Wings, chips and salsa, pizza and Brussels sprouts -- yes? No?) Hey, look, I had a bunch of Brussels sprouts that I bought last week, and I didn't want them to go bad before we actually ate them. And since there's a possibility we may be going out to eat tomorrow night, I wanted to use them up tonight. Hence, Lisa's World Famous Super Bowl Brussels Sprouts. (That's a total lie -- this is the first time I've ever roasted up Brussels sprouts during the Super Bowl... and there's really nothing world-famous about them...)

Anyway, right now I'm rooting for Pittsburgh, but only because they're behind... if Green Bay falls behind, then I'll start rooting for them. That's basically my cheering strategy tonight -- I'm pulling for whoever needs to score more points. This, of course, means that I will be disappointed at the end of the game, because I'll be rooting for whoever loses... Darn it...

In non-Super-Bowl news -- Rick and I took a nice three and a half or four mile walk this afternoon around Lincoln Park. The weather was great -- about 31 degrees and lightly snowing, which, believe it or not, is quite pleasant (at least when it's not too windy). The streets are a little bit icky right now, what with puddles of dirty, slushy snow at every intersection... but if you can get past that fact, a three-mile walk is quite lovely when fresh snow is falling. I could've walked around Chicago all day and been content...

Yesterday, we went downtown and bought a couple things at Macy's -- Rick, in particular, needed some new gloves and a scarf. All this time in Chicago and he didn't have a scarf. And when he finally bought one, he was like, "uh, now how do I do this, exactly?"  (Do what??) "What do I do with the scarf? I've never owned a scarf..." Never owned a scarf?? But then I realized -- Rick was born in Alabama, and, except for a couple years in New Jersey (when he never invested in "proper" winter gear), the rest of his life has been spent in Texas. He's never NEEDED a scarf. As a kid, he was never stuffed into a puffy snowsuit and wrapped in a scarf like a mummy and set free into the powdery drifts to create an imaginary city of snow forts and igloos. (He was obviously deprived... :)) Not much use for a scarf when you live in a city where a half inch of snow is cause for the local weather forecaster to interrupt your regularly scheduled TV programming for an "emergency" update...

And to interrupt my regularly scheduled (or sporadically scheduled) blog post -- I believe it's time for some Super Bowl Hot Chocolate... which may or may not be world famous...