It is Friday, and rather late in the day to boot, and I have not yet set the menu for the Superbowl. I'm trying to persuade my wife on chili dogs, but she greets that idea with a world class sneer, so I don't think chili dogs is on. I'm leaning toward braised/bbq ribs, but am dithering now in indecision.
Sometimes you just have to suck it up.
You just have to go along. We're having Superbowl chili dogs tomorrow.
You have no idea how brave that makes me. Or how stupid, maybe. Possibly both. If you hear loud noises from San Diego...