So … You can probably tell from the title of this post that was rooting for the Broncos to win the Super Bowl. It’s not so much that I like Denver, but I’ve always liked Peyton Manning.
OK, not always. His first year or so with the Colts, I thought he was overpaid. But then he started earning his inflated salary and took the Colts to the Super Bowl. When the Colts played the Bears, I thought my head was going to explode from the divided loyalties. (My family’s from northern Indiana, so I grew up rooting for the Bears—especially the year the team recorded the “Super Bowl Shuffle.”) Later on, I became a casual Colts fan because … well, Peyton.
It is kind of cool that the Seahawks waited 30-some years to get to the Super Bowl, and then won. And they’re such a young team. At one point, the announcer said the team’s average age is 26.4— tied with Miami for the youngest team ever to play in the Super Bowl (or to win the big game?).
I’m really more of a baseball gal. (That’s why I write books with baseball players in them.) I mainly tune in to the Super Bowl to see the commercials. It’s funny, really: The Super Bowl is probably the only show people tune in for just to the the ads. Usually, you watch the show and fast forward through the commercials, not the other way around.
In fact, I didn’t rush home from the Boyfriend’s to watch. I stopped at the store, which was practically empty.
Check out that parking lot! Shopping is much easier in an uncrowded store.
I also picked up some more thyroid medicine for Cocoa. My roommate texted me to say she was running low, so I figured I might as well pick it up while I was out.
While I was at the vet’s office, I caught the Radio Shack commercial. That was a trip—a trip back in time, am I right?
ALF, Chucky, Mary Lou Retton and Cliff Claven were all present and accounted for. It was the first Super Bowl 2014 ad I saw, and it’s one of my favorites.
When I got back home, my roommate was watching, so I got to catch a few more. The Clydesdale/puppy ad was adorable. Budweiser’s Clydesdale ads are consistently cute—and heart-warming.
For the funny factor, I’d have to vote for the Butterfinger PB cups ad. That one was pretty good. Go Daddy’s ad was OK, too, with all those muscled dudes running down the street. I think I spotted my next cover model …
Just kidding. I don’t get to pick my books’ cover models.
After the game, I ran to Safeway to pick up a few more fruits/veggies. Then I spent some time in the kitchen doing some food prep for the week. I didn’t get everything done that I wanted to do, but I made a dent.
I made a batch of cauliflower rice, baked some carrot chips (seasoned with cumin and cinnamon) and put a pork tenderloin in the crock pot with mushroom-wine simmer sauce. I also saved the broth from my cauliflower rice. I added too much liquid but didn’t want it to go to waste. I figure I’ll use it to make some soup.
This morning, I’m going to whip up some stuffed peppers and bake chicken breasts. I’d also like to make a batch of Lindsay’s Quinoa Breakfast Bars. Last week was pretty much a disaster on the eats front. I know I’ll do better if I have a plan—even a loose one.
Speaking of loose plans, I’m beginning to think I might be lactose intolerant. (I mentioned it to my brother, and he said he thinks the same thing about himself—and it’s getting worse as he gets older.)
I’m toying with the idea of going back to a somewhat paleo plan because it’s dairy-free. But I don’t wanna give up cheese …
Yes, that’s a whine. And yes, I’d like some cheese to go with it. (Ha!)