The bratwurst was a hit.

So, I thought that I didn't have a preference between the Pats and the Giants, but actually? When we were watching the game? I found myself sincerely wanting the Giants to win. Maybe it was Bill Belichick's stupid sweatshirt, or Eli Manning's adorable baby face. But I was totally rooting for the Giants. And my preference was confirmed correct when Belichick walked into the tunnel before the game officially ended. That just screamed of sore loser.

Also, I had a lot of fun at our Super Bowl gathering. It was originally going to include nine guests, but one couple had to cancel at the last minute, so there wound up being seven guests plus the two of us. We had intended to just grab a few things at the grocery store for food, but we wound up going a little crazy at Whole Foods and Giant. That, combined with each of our guests bringing at least one dish, led us into a party that featured the following menu:

• Bratwurst on baguette
• Pretzels from the Auntie Anne's DIY kit
  
• Edamame
• Marinated olives
  
• Carrots and ranch dip
  
• Crab and artichoke dip
• Salami
  
• Aged cheddar cheese
• Baked brie
• Garlic melba toast, water crackers, and whole wheat crackers
• Fresh guacamole, salsa, and tortilla chips
• Sausage and cream cheese dip
• Doritos and cheese puffs
  
• Hot wings
• Yellow cake with chocolate frosting
• Lemon bars
• Brownies
• Caramel truffles
• Four types of beer, as well as soda and apple cider

And the amazing thing? The nine of us managed to pretty much destroy all that food. Yes, there are some chips and cake left, and the dregs of everything else, but when everyone had left and we looked at the table that was once covered with an array of food I thought we'd never get through? It was looking pretty bare.

There's always that letdown after a party, when the last guest leaves and the food is still lying out and the thought of eating anything else makes you want to hurl. But you don't want to leave everything sitting out all night, especially in the apartment that was spick and span in honour of your guests just a few short hours earlier.

And also? It feels late and you're crashing from that sugar high and why is the Super Bowl on a Sunday? Shouldn't it be on a weekend night when you can sleep in the next day and recover from the massive amount of food and beer you ingested?

Although, I did a good job not eating incredible piles of unhealthy food, and also of saving most of my daily calories for the evening so that I wouldn't surpass my weekly Weight Watchers allowance. Go me.

Still, if I don't see another Dorito for at least a month, that will be soon enough for me.