Code: Buffalo

"I like it. I like that play call."

"Ooohhh, that was a good catch."

"Hold it! Hold it!"

"We need a touchdown - not a field goal. C'mon! C'mon!"

"Nice, nice."

"That's what you call a touchdown. Don't be a jerk."

I know what you're thinking. Ah, another romantic night for the AG and I.

Uh, no.

This is what you hear when the Tennessee Titans are on ESPN's Monday Night Football. That and "woman, bring me more food."

Okay, that's not entirely true. But almost. The man gets so intense about football that at one point I offered to go and use the restroom for him since he refused to excuse himself from the room for one blessed second. But he didn't laugh. In fact, now that I think about it, he didn't respond to me at all.

How rude.

Of course this came after I scratched his back and uttered the words one should. never. utter. not. ever. "Calm down babe, it's just a game."

Come quickly, Lord. I almost died just then.

I knew the Titans were playing Monday night football many days ago, because I am a good wife. And also because he spent 45 minutes on a rampage around the house looking for his jersey saying things like, "Monday is Code: Blue in Nashville. If I don't wear blue - who will?" Mmm...I don't know, every 8th grade boy within a 50 mile radius? But I dared not say that. Because I am a good wife. And I want to live long and prosper. And maybe get a new Buick Enclave if I'm really really nice.

So in preparation for the big night I asked my dear husband what he would like for dinner, feeling certain he would respond with, "Whatever you make is what I want. How about that roasted duck or bobtail quail we had last week? Over leeks and succotash?" Alas, that was not to be.

"I want nachos and hot wings."

It's a wonder he is still alive. Honestly, who eats like that once they are over 17?

So in order to be the godly and submissive wife my friend Kate keeps telling me I should be...and in order to provide an environment of relaxation for my husband that my friend Lisa keeps teaching on...and in order to make creative food that my husband laps up with a spoon like my friend Heather...I give you...

Buffalo Chicken Nacho's

Otherwise known as:

A cross between Nacho's and Hot Wings: Sturdy enough for man, but not so gross that a woman won't eat them.

It's a working title, I will admit.

I boiled my chicken breast and got them good and tender and then diced them up into small chunks. And use all white meat - don't make me come hit you.

Now pour some Frank's Red Hot Buffalo Wing Sauce (I got this recipe from Frank's website, by the way) over your chicken and mix in. I can't tell you how much - because it's how much you can handle. Me? Not much. The AG? Tons. Therefore, we have it mild. I make it, I win.

Now layer your tortilla chips in the bottom of a baking dish. I am personally in love with these new Tostito FLOUR TORTILLA chips. They are not Julio's - but Julio's will not come to Tennessee. So until then...these will do.

Spread your buffalo chicken over chips, layer with Monterrey Jack Cheese, red onion, blue cheese dressing and blue cheese crumbles. Now repeat it all for a ooey, gooey second layer.

Now, I'm not saying I'm wife of the year. (Yes, I am.) Nor am I saying that making this little creation for my husband came with a price. (Yes, I am.) I'm just saying I really really like those new Buicks.