Fondue? Fondone.

If yesterday was about that  sheen of sweat that develops when one is dressed for the outdoors, and must spend time indoors, waiting at Customer Service to inquire as to the whereabouts of the expansion modules for the Tickle Me Ripert doll the younguns must have this year, and patiently explaining to each and every Salvation Army bellringer, that, no thanks, subsidizing homophobia is not in your Xmas budget, today, the Cod hopes, will be more relaxed. Lay a fire, mull some sumfin sumfin, write a few cards, and watch grown men chase one another around. The Starter Wife, in spite of her Roelisbergerian leanings, is a reliable source of football food ideas, but for those of you lucky enough to be grinding around the 02139, allow me to suggest a fondue kit from Central Bottle. The halftime key party, or no halftime key party is your call. In any event, a young friend of ours was kind enough to put together a preview of today's game: 

 

Comments

[Natalie Sztern]

I wonder if you speak the way you write? If you do, you must be incredibly smart :)) 'cause I never understand a word you write and yet I love to read what you write...even tho I have not a clue of what it is...

I assume The Starter Wife is a tv show...the zip code must be a warm weather one...(Canadian i am) and 'don't knock grown men chasing one another' until you've been a woman....I know it's a football reference geez...