From the desk of the wife…

Once a year I look forward to the same television tradition that captivates the attention of every hot-blooded, beer-guzzling male across the country – the Superbowl. I love football, I love beer and I love the Superbowl. And like any football fanatic, I look forward to the traditional food fixings that accompany the day-long Sunday celebration. I have tuned in every Sunday since the preseason and have eaten well, but Superbowl Sunday demands first-rate cuisine. And by cuisine, I mean WINGS. Being the wife of a hot sauce/wing sauce fanatic has finally paid off. Ladies, now it’s time to sit back and let the husbands enter the kitchen. Why deny the men the pleasure of making the best-tasting [tag]hot wings[/tag] at the Superbowl party?

I am particularly fortunate to not only be the wife of a hot sauce fanatic, but the wife of a hot sauce distributor. I have constantly had to put up with box after box of hot sauce, wing sauce, bbq sauce, etc. Now that I have paid my dues, I demand swift wing-cooking action!

Step 1: Find the perfect [tag]wing sauces[/tag]. I browsed the site, walked the aisles of inventory and tore open boxes until I found wing sauces that would suit my needs. I came across some fabulous selections, such as Anchor Bar Original, Anchor Bar Honey BBQ, Defcon Condition 2 Wing Sauce, and Wing Time Garlic. I grabbed a few bottles of wing sauce that had been sent as samples (and have yet to be tasted) and once I had my assortment, I lined them up on the kitchen counter. They are resting there until Sunday morning where they will be ready for my hubby to begin his work. Hey, I spent a lot of time sifting through boxes and shelves to get the[tag] wing sauce[/tag] ready, so you could say I did half of the work. Besides, even if I offered to cook the wings, he would refuse to let me. This is one thing that he likes to do himself (he probably fears I won’t make the perfect wings on this Holiest of Days), and Lord knows I don’t want to step on any toes . . .

Step 2: Sit back and relax while he cooks the wings. It sounds like a rough life, I know, but like I said, I paid my dues in other ways . . .

Step 3: Call out to him while he is cooking. “Honey, you should see these pregame activities!” “Babe, can you bring us some more beer from the kitchen!” “Darling, you aren’t missing much, just some famous people on TV.” “Honeypie, how are those wings coming” It is good to let him know what’s going on and to keep encouraging him. Sitting in the living room with the rest of the crowd without saying a word to him is just mean!

Step 4: EAT! I don’t know what I am looking forward to more- wings or the Superbowl. Luckily, I don’t have to choose.

For all those ladies out there that are like me and love football with all the trimmings – I wish you a wonderful Superbowl and hope you get your share of wings, whether you are ordering them from a restaurant, cooking them yourself or enjoying ones made for you. Remember – [tag]Superbowl Sunday[/tag] is our day too, so enjoy!

Go Pittsburgh!