(PICTURE: My Dad and brother at the tailgate a few years/pounds ago...)
A couple weeks ago while I was eating some strange meat on a sidewalk I had a flash of homesickness:
One of the things I miss most about home is that it is football season. And no, I don't miss watching games. I miss tailgating. My family has had NY Jets season tickets since the Jets played at Shea Stadium. I have always loved going to football games with my dad and brother but it wasn't until about a decade ago that we started to get the full football experience -- we joined the best damn tailgate in the world.
Every once in a while I get a nice reminder from my brother what I'm missing. He sent me this email in October:
forgot to tell you that we had 2 deep fried turkeys at the tailgate this weekend. we also had lamb shish-kabobs and I brought two steaks marinated in a "texas teriyaki" sauce that I found. It was teriyaki with the kick of cayenne peppers.
(PICTURE: The traditional "toilet bowl" dessert. The bowl was painted by my brother a few years ago. It made him a legend at the tailgate.)
Man, I would kill for some tailgate right now.