Seahawks (10-6) vs. Cooking (Pulled Hogette Sandwiches)
This fall we are combining our love of the football and our dream of learning to cook. On Sunday morning, following a trip to a local farmer's market/major supermarket chain, we will be preparing a meal from the city of the Seahawks opponent. Then at halftime we will throw our badly burned hands in the air and make hot dogs.
On Wednesday we took our special touch friend to see The Kite Runner. She spent most of the film crying, and from time to time we would look over and realize that this is how we are going to spend Saturday afternoon.
The playoffs do that to you. They cannot be enjoyed until after the game, if then. You are either squealing in guarded delight or kicking a washing machine in disgust.
Because of this, you should focus on making the rest of the day as enjoyable as possible, even if it means throwing aside your New Year's diet.
For that reason we have no problem making and eating bad, tasty food.
Finding a good meal from DC gave us some problems. Most of our friends who had spent time in our nation's capital claimed the regional food that came to mind was scotch or whiskey. Others suggested making an American meal like apple pie or hamburgers.
Technically the Redskins play in Maryland, however, we've been down that seafood-covered road before. They have a huge fan base in Northern Virginia, but we just spent the last few weeks devouring holiday ham, and don't even want to get into the sodium count of our bowel movements.
Then, like a pass from a mustachioed Matt Hasselbeck, it hit us right between the numbers--Pulled Hogette Sandwiches.
In the early 1980s the Redskins' offensive line was nicknamed "the Hogs" because of the way they would "root around in the mud," presumably during games and not wedding receptions.
As an appreciation of their front four, some Redskin fans started dressing in pig snouts, fancy hats, sun dresses and calling themselves the Hogettes. They eventually became more popular than the players, and were inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame—something that never happened to any of the original Hogs.
Plus the sandwiches gives us a chance to make that awesome barbecue sauce from a few weeks ago.
We'll report back on Monday, and if you think you're so fucking great why not try and make the stuff as well. Then we can all compare notes as our fathers dressed like our grandmothers stare at us disapprovingly.
