My husband and son have never watched baseball, football, basketball or golf. That being said, it's February. Waiting for that all important day... the Daytona 500 on Sunday. It is the kickoff event for NASCAR. No, wait...they
don't just have ONE race, they have an entire WEEK dedicated to this stuff. First you have the Bud Shootout, then the Gatorade Duel, then the truck race, the Nationwide race and finally...the main event - the Daytona 500. Oh the drama, will Jimmie Johnson
win the championship this year, will Kyle Busch still be the bad boy, and all the males in the country just wanted to look at Danica Patrick. (Couldn't they just have kept the camera on Carl Edwards?) All the while just waiting for 43 cars to make one left
turn after another. While I sound quite knowledgeable about NASCAR, I glean more info from the pre-race shows than from the actual races themselves. Race time is an opportunity to poke my head in a book (or Kindle), take a nap, or putz around the kitchen.
I again made do with ingredients I had on hand. Italian sausage from the freezer, part of a bag of Mexican cheese blend, some mozzarella, and some shredded Parmesan. I had a partial bulb of garlic, so I roasted that off and
added it to the toppings. Also in the mix were some black olives, green olives, and sliced shallots. Utilizing tomato sauce from the pantry, I doctored it up with seasonings for the sauce. Yum! (I really do cook, you've just never heard much about it before!)
Oh, back to the race. It rained, then it stopped, then it rained some more. And as the announcers pulled up old coverage of past races, told stories of days gone by, and interviewed everyone and their mother, 5 very long hours
went by. Only to be told at the end that the race was postponed until Monday at noon. Are you kidding me? So dutiful and loving wife that I am, I taped the race for my hubby on Monday. When I got home that evening, he was watching the race, presumably
off of tape. Nope! Race delayed again until that evening. So now I've got a lovely 5 hours worth of "Here Comes the Judge" type of shows along with Maury and Jerry Springer. Where is that delete button?
The actual race itself? Beatin' and bangin', threats of rain, and oh yes, the incredible FIREBALL that stopped the race for 2 whole hours. Sheesh! (No one was hurt...) After over 5 very long hours, Matt Kenseth reigned supreme.
The good part about being a part of a NASCAR family? We understand all of the inside jokes in Talladega Nights and Cars movies. Until next race day...
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