I usually leave the tailgating pieces to the rest of the gang here because I am more of a glutton than a gourmand. There’s a case of Lone Star Beer in my fridge right now, and it’s not there because of irony. It was simply the cheapest beer at the grocery store, and I wanted a lot of beer.
So I’m not going to claim some sort of sophisticated palate. I’ve broken my nose twice and I’m pretty sure most of my taste buds have been destroyed by a lifelong love affair with spicy foods. The subtle notes of any dish are bound to be wasted on me.