We host two [childfree!] couples every year for the Super Bowl—nobody cares about the game, naturally—it’s an excuse to eat a lot of carbs, fat and sugar, enjoy a long boozy hang, and make increasingly dumb jokes about what’s on TV.
During my big pre-game shopping trip on Saturday I agonized by the deli counter whether I should replace the two bags of To…
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