When I tried out a new recipe yesterday, a carryover from St. Patrick’s Day, I had no way of knowing that it could be medicinal for my poor husband. Mike, lifelong and diehard Jets fan, enjoyed one piece last night and may very well feel like demolishing the rest of it tonight.
The recipe is for Chocolate Guinness Cake (see my Food post from today, NYINNJ – Food ). The original occasion was St. Patrick’s Day but we went out to eat that night instead, so our leftover St. Patrick’s Day dinner was last night. I don’t make corned beef or cabbage myself, ever, but it’s the traditional dinner and we’re traditional people. Thank goodness, the Market Place has the delicious and easy-to-pick-up complete dinner for take out, so problem solved!
Today, though, is cause for the cake to not be celebratory. This cake is now medicinal. In the midst of a circus-like off season for Mike’s Jets, rumors and accusations have been consistent and frustrating. If that wasn’t enough, Peyton Manning went to the Broncos and now Tim Tebow has landed with the Jets. The circus atmosphere is now approaching Ringling Brothers proportions.
The thing is, Mike is a pretty even tempered fan. He’s been a Jets/Mets/Rangers fan for his entire life, so this latest drama isn’t new to him nor is it likely to turn him off from rooting for his team. If this was happening to the Giants, I’d be having an anxiety attack, no kidding. He’s realistic enough to not expect much good to come of the Sanchez-Tebow QB situation but he’s also laid back enough to not let it faze him much.
We’ll call him the Chocolate portion of the sports-aspect of our relationship. Steady, reliable, sometimes WOW! and sometimes Meh… It’s rare to have bad chocolate, right? The kind you spit out? Doesn’t happen much.
Then there’s me. Most of my family and friends know how I’m a bit… shall we say… obsessed? passionate? frantically loyal? nuts? about my sports teams. Mike is definitely as loyal about his teams as I am about mine but he shows his enthusiasm differently. He, for example, doesn’t need to do deep breathing exercises when watching the 4th quarter or 9th inning. He gives me his hand to squeeze for that last second field goal attempt, not vice versa. I’m not sure I’d have fingers left if he ever tried that on me…
So, in the Chocolate Guinness Cake analogy, I’m the beer portion – I don’t think I need to explain why…
Anyway, the cake is delicious – and it may prove to be our ‘go to’ comfort food depending on how things go for our resident Jets fan.