Superbowled

We tried a Superbowl cocktail recipe from Bon Appetit yesterday.  It's called the "Nacho Vidal," and it's bold and delicious and powerful.  Especially if you were literally up all the night prior.  I delivered a 9 lb. 10 oz. baby boy--ginger-haired and perfect in the wee hours, and spent the rest of the night trying to stay out of the OR. 

I will not be bringing it to our friend's party because nobody should drive after drinking one of these.  If you are not a fan of Campari's bitter bite, maybe you could try it with Aperol instead.  The shrub makes a perfect nonalcoholic drink when mixed with a little seltzer.

After my morning run I made these but altered to become sesame meringue cookies (sub tahini for peanut butter, omit peanuts and chocolate, add tsp. rose water to egg whites) and Spam musubi to bring to party.  I made the No No Nanaimo bars from the same cookbook and brought them into L&D for our Friday night snack.  They are gone. Sophie wants to know when I am making them again.  I didn't realize that true Nanaimo bars are not baked and do not have a cheesecake layer.  You shouldn't let that stop you from making this version.

In all honesty, I am looking forward to the start of the Piglet tournament of cookbooks almost as much as the Olympics and definitely more than the football game.  On my list of personal accomplishments this week was completion of the Dr. Who scarf I was knitting for Sophie.  If the groundhog was right she'll have an additional 6 weeks to wear it.

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