I’m in a very weird state right now. It’s some sort of grieving stage. It’s like, if I don’t think about the events that happened on February 1, 2015, maybe just maybe they didn’t really happen.

I am, of course, talking about the Super Bowl. Gah. I hate even writing the words. I wish I had written this post during half-time or something. But I’m getting it done now because maybe it will help with this grieving process. Maybe I just need to work through it.

It’s not working.

These are the appetizers I prepared for that day. My theme was based on some of our favorite Seahawks.

For Doug Baldwin (seriously, Baldwin, what was up with your unsportsmanlike conduct!?!) who is part Filipino, I heated up these tasty Lumpia (Filipino version of the Spring Roll). These were bought in the freezer section of the Market. That’s just some leftover sweet and sour sauce from the Chinese restaurant down the street. Not that I’m into that kind of thing or anything. You know, for the kid:

For you, #89

In honor of our Washington State natives (Jermaine Kearse, Bryan Walters, Steve Schilling, Demetrius Bronson and Offensive Line Coach Tom Cable), I’ve got some Smoked Salmon pate spread, plus some carrots and apples, but those are more because you need something kinda healthy to balance out the not healthy.

Thank you, #15, for one the most amazing catch of the game. Let’s just pretend that’s how it ended, m’kay.

Next up are those ham roll-ups you see. Those are “Ham and Pickle Pinwheels”. Only some of them are made with Canadian Bacon. You see where I’m going? Luke Willson and Jon Ryan hail from across the border, ‘eh. And ham, that’s like Virginia, right? Virginia Ham is a thing. So that’s for my man Russell Wilson and Kam Chancellor.

#3, I just can’t stay mad at you. It’s not your fault. I mean, you can’t throw the ball AND catch the ball. Um. I mean. Just run that sucker in! I mean … GAH!!!

So there you have it. These were our first-half treats. At halftime the husband and kiddo made a great pizza with maybe a little too much blue cheese but that’s what you get with a 3-foot-nothing sous chef, I guess. I didn’t complain.

Last but not least, here is what I brought to our Blue Friday potluck a few days before the event. Good thing, too, because it seemed everyone else brought in sweets. Cupcakes, brownies, cookies, etc. This was a sorta nice balance: a healthy version of Broccoli Waldorf Salad, made with a yogurt/mayo dressing and covered in lots and lots of bacon. But I just ate all of the junk stuff anyway.

Then there was this guy:

http://instagram.com/p/yfhSlYoub4

Dude. Not. Cool.