Lest I lose my American citizenship, I have to show some kind of interest in the Super Bowl. Since I can easily watch the ads on youtube, I chose to cook.
In the past I’ve contributed manly menu items like chili or cassoulet (yes, French but redeemed by excessive use of sausage). This year I made spare ribs marinated in whatever spicy, sweet, tangy stuff I could find in the cabinet–some mixture of pineapple vinegar, soy sauce, honey, and green tabasco.
I also used it as an excuse to experiment for next week’s CHoW meeting–Inventing the American Restaurant. I considered Durgin Park’s Indian Pudding (too weird and don’t want to schlep vanilla ice cream) and Parker House Rolls (obvious and it was a hotel), and settled on Horn and Hardart.
It will either be the Macaroni and Cheese…
or the Hermits
After the halftime show, I’m outta here.