At our house, the Super Bowl always needs a menu. Each year, I seem to forget what we made in previous years, except pigs in a blanket, which are a must. We have to dash to the supermarket early on Saturday to get them before they sell out like they did two years ago. Yes, I have a long memory for things like that. I am thinking about homemade queso and guacamole with blue corn chips, and I ordered peach salsa from The Peach Truck, which is supposed to be here on time. Now I am fine with all kinds of appetizers. But Tom will ask, “What are we having for dinner?” or “What are we having for the main course?” And once again, I will have to define that Super Bowl Sunday has neither.