Whatever the hosts serve. It usually includes "pigs in blankets." Which they actually brought to me (rather lukewarm) in the hospital four years ago as we tried to watch the SB on the little screen of the "personal" TV on a swinging arm that was hovering over my bed. Which would have been a "bed of pain," save for the morphine drip.
The SB and the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade are the only TV I watch in the course of a year.
The hours, days, weeks, spent staring at a screen are spent here on the computer. Life is short. TV trash or Internet trash. I've made my choice.
