Why do we eat such heavy food while watching football? Is it that watching all that activity gives us sympathy hunger? Or is it just we know that winter’s coming and our bodies are telling us to save up fat stores for the long, cold nights ahead of us? Or is football just a convenient excuse for social gathering and pigging out and if it wasn’t football, it would just be something else?
I’m ready for fall casseroles. I want to combine a bunch of ingredients together and let them cook together and just pull it out of the oven, ready to serve. I’m OK with saying goodbye to my “summer body.” Chunky sweaters, here I come.