For the first time in decades, we decide not to host a Super Bowl party for various reasons including travel schedules and illnesses. Instead of frosting cakes, making appetizers, and preparing viewing locations all weekend, I stay in bed while one daughter makes the Buffalo Chicken Dip for just our family. We traditionally provide fried chicken for up to forty people, but tonight my husband will serve just a few pieces for us. He might order a pizza.
It’s a different and peaceful evening around here. I’ll wear pajamas and probably fall asleep before the end. But it’s a happy night nonetheless when the party is just you and your family.