Rudy & friends

They did it again!! The Bears took the Rams' kick return (did I use the correct term?) and scored a TOUCHDOWN! What the...?!? And apparently the defensemen have all left for the evening, as there is still 4:41 left in the 4th quarter and the score is 42 - 27. What the...?! It's almost like the scores for some Knicks games!


Coincidentally, I seem to have made football food for our Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer viewing. (Yes, Rudy & Herbie & Santa -- no, not Rudy the Sean Astin football movie.) Hmmmm...

Thanks to one of Paula Deen's sons, we had bacon-wrapped breadsticks dredged in parmesan (right) where the breadsticks did a fine, fine job of soaking up essence de oink-oink, and the ever-classic pig(let)s in blankets (above, top/left), rounded out with chicken wings a la Good Season (a last minute, panic-stricken inspiration when Fresh Direct forgot to pack the marinade). I also made apple cider and Alton Brown's recipe for fresh eggnog, and miraculously managed not to give anyone food poisoning (raw eggs, pork, chicken...so many ways to Go Wrong, bacteriologically speaking).

We rounded our evening of heckling (Santa and Donner are jerks! which won't stop me from watching again next year) and gawking (does Frosty need special ed or what?) with a "very special visit" to the world of the Star Wars Holiday Special. Oh. My. God. It does not improve upon repeat viewing. My friend Sam brought it and he and another friend were both curious so the rest of us humored them.

As my discerning sweetie said, "Even when I was 5, I knew it was a piece of crap." It's so bad that even George Lucas wants to hide it under a rock, though I do admire an IMDBer's exhortation to "in the name of all that is holy please watch this pile of crap!" My advice, however, is to watch it only in the company of like-minded friends and with large quantities of alcohol (or knitting) to deaden the pain.

I choose to believe that my laptop exerted executive privilege when it refused to play the rest of the movie after an hour...which felt like 8 hours...but was actually about 37 minutes before it ended, according to IMDB. So although we got to watch the oddly pornographic wookie dream sequence (eeeeeeewwww...) with Diahann Carroll, we did not make it to the bit where Carrie FIsher sings some Life Day ditty.

Sam, however, owes my boyfriend BIG TIME, as watching the whole thing (again) was like fingernails on a chalkboard for him. So Sam -- who does not follow football at all -- will find that he will be watching the Super Bowl with us. Heh!