Having lived in Minnesota my whole life, I vividly remember the Super Bowl parties my parents threw in the late 1970s. Fran Tarkenton and Bud Grant were every kid’s heroes, and one of my grade school friends became quite a celebrity when we learned that Alan Page was her uncle. Sadly, those trips to the Super Bowl didn’t end well for the Vikings.
In January 1999, my family and I watched Gary Anderson—the first kicker in NFL history to go an entire regular season without a miss, who hit 39 straight field goals and went 67-for-67 on extra points—juuuust hook one to the left in the last minutes of the NFC championship game, sending Atlanta to the Superbowl instead of us. That moment forever solidified my status as a baseball-only fan.
My husband, who grew up in Chicago, long ago changed his baseball allegiance to the Twins, but he remains a die-hard Bears fan, for better or worse. Last Sunday would be an example of the worse.
In spite of our painful memories of football games past, we always manage to make it to a Super Bowl party somewhere. Even if it’s only for the food. DQ cake anyone?
What’s your favorite football comfort food?