Anyway, this day turned out to be about a lot more than football as we started stuffing our faces an hour into waking up. Jay started it off with some sunnyside eggs with a side of Brazilian cuts from a local Queens shop. The standout was by far the bacon-wrapped turkey, but it’s unfair to compare any food against bacon-wrapped anything.
Then of course, there was Tina’s amazing guacamole. The tubful of tomato and avocado disappeared within 20 minutes, but I think we’re all used to that by now.
Then came Kevin and his homemade ice cream. He folded small chucks of fresh banana and a splash of wine into the chocolate mix and let his ice cream machine work its magic. It churned out a tub of super smooth soft serve, which we poured into ice cream sandwich molds between two thin slices of baked earl grey cookies. There was such a homemade charm to how it looked and how it tasted. If you’re curious, we just might be mass producing these this upcoming summer!
Staying the course of unhealthy foods and snacks, we naturally had to have nachos. The perfect mix of melted cheese, tomatoes, ground beef, refried beans – I think this brought us over the edge and I think we actually stopped munching.
That was, until Caroline’s baked chocolate-covered french toast came out of the oven. Crunchy on the outside, gooey in between, it was the perfect dessert to end the night. And with that, I think I’m undergoing an anamnestic food coma.