"Meat + Cheese 4 Eva" or "The Super Bowl's a Holiday, Right?"

One of my new years resolutions was to  learn about and celebrate random traditions that are new to me, and keeping with that personal promise I decided to celebrate the meatiest, cheesiest of America's assumed holidays; Super Bowl Sunday.
Yes that holy day when every meat dish ever dreamed up by carnivorous males is consumed with ravenous decadence in front of a big screen with the game on and washed down with a heady glass of ice cold beer. I can see why this day is so beloved amongst the XY set, and even wondered to myself just how many people actually pay attention to the game with food like that lying around ( but lets not try too hard to unlock the secrets of the universe).

For our little home party I narrowed down the menu quite a bit since I couldn't really afford to by my weight's worth of meat products (or a triple bi-pass) and settled on nachos and beer. Which as you maybe can tell from the picture evolved into Nachos and milkshakes once I considered just how much cough medicine has been consumed around here lately what with the great flupocalypse of 2011.

Both these dishes are no-fail delicious, you'd pretty much have to dump strychnine or manure in there somewhere to mess them up and you don't exactly need directions either. I even looked thumbed through Food Network Magazine's special nacho section in their Jan/Feb issue and the recipes were all basically "step one: Make nachos the usual way. Step 2: Add _ to it" so it's definitely a good party dish to make especially if you're likely to be making seconds in a beer haze (which is convenient since drunken corn chip cravings are inevitable).

My nachos:

• ground beef
• refried beans
• cheddar cheese
• diced roma tomatoes
• scallions
• jalapenos
• sour cream

Peanut butter Fudge Milk Shakes:

• vanilla ice cream
• Ovaltine  chocolate powder
• 2% Milk
• Peanut Butter
• and also, Love. Yeah I said it. It was totally in there.

As for the game, I'll confess I lasted until about 20 minutes after the half time show. At minute 21, I fell dead asleep, missed the end, and had to look up who won on the internet. Oh well, not all traditions are for me, but I think if I can eat good food and take a giant nap every year for the Super Bowl I might just be satisfied with that.