Super Sunday is coming hard. There are a handful of events or holidays in this country that I look forward to because of the food. Let’s call it my own personal food day Mt. Rushmore. Top of the list for me is Thanksgiving. My wife is an amazing cook and between her mastery of “the sides” and mine in the area of frying turkey…yeah, we’re great. Next is Christmas. No sooner have I somehow found a way to dump the turkey day pounds (no regrets-btw) than the sweet treats, mashed potatoes, stuffed beef tenderloin, etc. happily enter my life. The final two of my four horseman of waistline apocalypse you can take in any order. July 4th is fabulous. Burgers, hot dogs, ice cream, cobbler, chips, dips, beer…yessir, quite a day. And then there’s this Sunday. The attorneys of The National Football League make everyone on the planet not working for Fox this week refer to it as “The Big Game.” You know what I’m talking about. There’s not a day of constant range snacking that can hold a candle to Super Sunday. The menu is similar to July 4th, only with wider variety. And we all love it. However, once done with that gluttony, there’s a price to be paid. Admit it, you’ve had to “suck in” to button your pants on the Monday after. So how much can you consume? What’s the cost to get rid of the results of this consumption? Well, I thought you’d never ask.
