Everyone was talking about what they were cooking and eating for the Superbowl, our last sports hurrah until Spring Training starts in a few months. It started me thinking about all the fun parties my family used to have for the Superbowl and how much I miss those days.
My mom would have a dichotomous party at her fabulous Russian Hill apartment, the 49ers hopefully would be one of the contenders, we wore our colors and sipped Chardonnay and Pinot Noir and ate her lavish spread of appetizers and something luxurious to fill in the corners, like lasagna and her Boston cream pie. Friends from the choir, our blended family, and other family friends would join the sports fanatic side of the party rooting for the teams, while other friends (big wigs in advertising) would root for their commercials and discuss that side of the Superbowl experience. It was so funny to hear people say, “Shhh! The commercials are on!”
My dear sister would often make her onion dip for picnics and football game watching parties to eat with the ubiquitous ridged potato chips. It’s a marvelous concoction with the usual ingredients (sour cream and onion soup mix) but it had a special, wonderful nuance to it. She shared with me one day that it contained a small shot of very fine gin, now isn’t that a brilliant idea? Who would have thought, but it really made for the most perfect onion dip.
I always had sort of an Auntie Mame fantasy of my sister discovering this wonderful addition – her sipping an elegant martini in her tiny SF kitchen while adding this and that to the dip, and then…….
Hmmm, perhaps a touch of dill, a little more cracked black pepper, some onion powder, oooops! There goes the martini! (pause to taste….) ((big grin))
I am sure it really was nothing of the sort but you know, it’s a fun “movie” to run in my head and I know she would laugh at it.
My family has moved away and life’s changes has made our getting together a rare experience. As I had the Superbowl on and was alone eating store-bought salsa and waiting for my humble vegetable soup to cook when I had an epiphany that I missed my sister’s onion dip, and I miss her even more.