There may be a war breaking out around here soon. I’m not talking about a world war, just a war at my house.
It doesn’t center around who’s done or didn’t do the dishes or who wouldn’t just get out of the car to ask for directions or even who took the last piece of my Smoked Mozzarella Pizza Bread.
No, this is a serious one. And it’s sort of my fault. But maaayyybe, by design.
I’d been threatening to do it for about a year thanks to the dirth of boringness that appeared before my eyeballs. And finally it happened.
A few months ago we cancelled our Direct TV. Okay, they disconnected it.
See, ‘someone’ rented a movie and since I have all of the bills on autopay and my husband gets the email notifications because we don’t get paper statements (because we’re oh-so ‘green’ like that), and I was out of town and wasn’t missing the TV so didn’t really pay heed to his requests to get the dang bill paid, a running tally of about $8 bucks caused our traditional viewing habits to bite the dust.
No more Today Show with their pseudo-journalism and fake friendships to wake up to. No more late-night bantering back at the TV with Dave. And no more Food Network or Real Housewives. Since that was about the extent of my television viewing habits, especially given the lameness that is produced and titled “Must Watch Summer TV”, we decided we’d rather not.
Instead, we signed up for binge-watching every episode Netflix deemed available of Sons of Anarchy, Orange is the New Black, and up to season 3 of Breaking Bad. Oh Walter, how did it all go so incredibly wrong will Jax please grow out his hair for the new season so he doesn’t look like a prep school grad riding a Harley? I mean he’s still as cute as a button and all, but…character acting, please.
My man had agreed it was time to let the Direct TV aka cable go. On one condition: When football season rolled around we would reassess the situation.
He was okay with it until fall because as we all know fall = football = weekend TV watching = blabbing to your friends and people in the grocery store checkout line about who completely screwed the big game last weekend = totally a social ice breaker.
And then there’s the game day spectacle…and Nascar crashes and position jockeying…and the dronings on and on by Dan Patrick and laying blame as a know it all non-professional armchair quarterback. All things beloved by boys who will always be boys.
Ugh. Boys. Did we somehow completely forget about Paula Deen?
Last week we went to our friend’s house to watch the in-state rivalry kick-off football game. I dodged a bullet with that one. Then we were out of town and in the woods for anything that resembled sports watching over Labor Day. Wiping off the brow now.
But here we are with Week One’s journey to the Superbowl, not to mention college football’s fight to the national championships officially at our feet with no live television nor Colin Kaepernick in sight.
I’m just waiting to get called for a penalty by my man in want of his Sports Center. And then there’s me, the cable averting evil genius…
(This whole post is really a test to see if my husband reads these things the whole way through. If you do babe, I’ve got a lucky pigskin for you.)
Smoked Mozzarella Pizza Bread
- 1 round sourdough bread loaf
- ½ cup 1 stick butter
- 1 tablespoon oregano
- 1 teaspoon garlic salt
- ¾ cup Smoked Mozzarella cheese shredded
- ½ cup Parmesan cheese grated
- Marinara sauce for dipping
- Preheat oven to 350°F. Sliced a round of sourdough bread lengthwise and then crosswise to about ¼ inch from the bottom of the round.
- Place butter in a microwave safe bowl with oregano and garlic salt and cook for 30 seconds in the microwave. Stir and cook for another 30 seconds. Take out of microwave and drizzle in 1 tablespoon increments into each side of cuts of bread, reserving 1 tablespoon butter.
- Combine the Smoked Mozzarella and Parmesan together and stuff slits of bread with cheese. Drizzle top with remaining tablespoon of butter. Wrap bread round in foil and bake for 30 minutes then open foil and bake for another 5 minutes or until cheese is melted. Remove from oven and serve immediately with warmed marinara sauce for dipping.
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