As men flock together to grunt, grab each other’s balls and eat 43.5 million pounds of avocado, I decided to change things up. Let me begin by saying that other than wanting to tap those cute patted bums, I am not a football fan. I don’t much understand the rules and nor do I care. So this year, instead of tuning in to watch the opening, half time show and commercials, I shut off the TV and decided to steal Superbowl, give it a makeover and selfishly have it all for myself.
[Queue Miles Davis as he opens with my Superbowl Sunday national anthem entitled, So What]
Versus standing to salute Miles’ personal and intimate style, I started my day dipping myself into a hot tub and melting in the musical introspection that filled my bathroom. I would make a $5 sugar scrub that morning made from ½ cup of almond oil and sea salt versus spending $40 at Sephora and melodically blend with a Harmom mute that would buzz up my spine. On this Superbowl Sunday, I would kick off the day about me. Forget the week, forget the upcoming week and most importantly forget the TV. It was time to nourish, ground and fill some sugar in my bowl…figuratively speaking that is…
And the first place to feed my soul is my kitchen which surprising to many, is the size of a shoebox. The objective of shoebox cooking is to win and win big. Be organized, maximize space for individual players like your spice rack, kitchen tools and ensure all headliners are pronounced.
That’s when you can create mole chili that if you’re a guy will guarantee you action during the game and quite possibly some after the game if you decide to run with the recipe and make it for your honey.
[Gentlemen: Men who cook for their ladies receive added points to their scorecard]
However if you’re single, then treat yourself, dress the table, arrange some flowers and give yourself a little chocolate. After all, it nourishes the spirit of the heart known in Chinese Medicine as Shen.
The energy in the kitchen was buzzing, my soul was at the edge of its seat and finally to win the game of a hard week passed, came dessert…cacao almond butter fudge cups.
CACAO ALMOND BUTTER FUDGE CUPS
5 tbsp cacao powder
¼ cup creamy/crunchy almond butter
½ can coconut milk
4 tbsp melted coconut oil
1/4 cup maple syrup
1/8 tsp sea salt
Equipment: Muffin baking tray & muffin liners
In a small mixer blend cacao powder, coconut milk and melted coconut oil. Slowly add in maple syrup to taste and salt. Pour in almond butter and swirl in. Pour into individual lined muffin tins. Place in freezer to solidify for 1 hour (but they’re not meant to be eaten frozen).
There is something about chocolate peanut butter cups that I loved as a teenager despite the peanut buttery breath that made me step several feet away from cute boys. A healthier alternative to peanut butter (due to the cancer-causing mold: aflotoxin) is almond butter. It nourishes the lungs which may be filled with heat from prolonged grief and let’s not forget the magic of cacao which skips along the path of the heart meridian.
So as singers apparently stumble through the national anthem and as fans hug their organs in fear they’ll burst from an evening of overindulgent debaucherous food, I can’t help but to feel blessed. Yes, we’ve waited painfully through the stresses of the week for Superbowl which makes me wonder…why can’t we have Superbowl every Sunday? That’s when we can be reminded of those cute padded football bums and instead tap our own little padding and remember to treat ourselves for our own hustle because we’re the ones who’ve got game.