My husband and I are enjoying election night with some fun party food inspired by a story on NPR. Here’s the menu: Deep-dish Chicago pizza with pineapple for Obama, New England crab cakes for Biden, tortilla chips with salsa and jalapeno cheese dip for McCain and wild salmon salad for Palin. To demonstrate party partisanship, I added blue cheese and red wine. Dessert is all-American apple pie, although the NPR story suggested Baked Alaska, of course. We’re settled in for the night, munching away with both laptops going plus CNN on two TVs and NPR on the kitchen radio. Almost everybody I talked to today said their polling places were the most crowded they’d ever seen and more new voters than ever had turned out. I had a half-hour wait at 8 a.m. where I vote, but at 6:15 p.m. my husband walked in and out in five minutes. I didn’t mind waiting though — it was like a neighborhood gathering where I saw folks I hadn’t seen for months and caught up on some good gossip. What a great day when you can combine patriotism, food, family and friends.
Does anybody else have this problem?
I’m watching the Olympics and not feeling hungry at all and then all of a sudden, the Southern-Style Chicken Sandwich/Biscuit ads from McDonald’s come on and all I can think about is driving to McDonald’s and getting one, which is very strange because I: A) Don’t like McDonald’s, B) Don’t like fried/breaded chicken and C) Don’t like fried/breaded chicken sandwiches/biscuits. Yet, unaccountably, after watching the ads with the athletes digging into their yummy sandwiches/biscuits and enjoying every bite, I gotta have one. Paging Dr. Pavlov.
The need-it-now theory doesn’t work for me, however, when it comes to ads for Hummers, Boniva (you all know how I feel about Sally Field) and/or Obama and/or McCain.