It rankles me that the NFL has trademarked the words "Super Bowl" and that no commercial use of those two words can be made without paying a licensing fee.
So, for the past few years, even the little convenience market down the street has had to call the (usually not so) Super Bowl--THE BIG GAME. Wouldn't you just like to slap upside the head of the idiot corporate lawyer who came up with that gem?
Of course, I haven't (wasted my time and) watched the Super Bowl since the last time the Buffalo Bills (home team of all Western New York) played. But I'm not sure I'd watch "THE BIG GAME" even if a miracle occurred and the Bills actually made it there again. (It would have to be a really BIG miracle with the coaching staff they've had these past few years. And the I-can't-be-bothered-to-give-a-crap players, either. Oh, how we miss you Jim Kelly.)
But come on--THE BIG GAME?
Give me a break.
The thing I DO regret missing out on is the Super Bowl (oops, THE BIG GAME) junk food.
In years past, BIG GAME watching included pizza, Buffalo wings, and rye boat. Oh, how I love rye boat. (Made with Wegmans caraway seeded rye bread.) This year, we have no intention of watching THE BIG GAME. We'll probably watch an episode of Midsomer Mysteries (that I received on DVD for Christmas). So, no rye boat. But, I've got making it on my agenda for March 5 or 6th, after hubby has his knee replacement surgery. On the day he comes home from the hospital, we'll have a lot to celebrate. What better way than with fattening dip and lovely rye bread?
1 1/3 cup sour cream
1 1/3 cup mayonnaise
2 tablespoons dried onion
2 tablespoons dried parsley
2 tablespoons dill weed
6 ounces dried beef, chopped
2 loaves round rye (or pumpernickel) bread
Slice off the top of one loaf rye bread, and scoop out the middle, leaving a thin shell. Cut up scooped out bread and that of second loaf into one-inch squares.
For dip, combine all ingredients and mound it in the center of the hollowed out loaf. Dip bread. Eat. Enjoy!