What's with me and cheese at parties?

I can't speak for everyone else in Indianapolis or all the Colts fans spread out across the states but I'm pretty bummed. After the loss last night, I think I've been experiencing different stages of grief.

First, the unbelief. (But...this is what we do. We come back with two minutes left in the fourth quarter.)

Next, the sadness. (It just...didn't cross my mind that we really wouldn't win. I mean, our boys speak ancient Gaelic after all.)

Then the anger. (That onside kick. Ugh! That onside kick!.)

Back to the sadness. (I can't believe Madeline won't get to go to a rally in the stadium this week.)

I'm trying my best to move on and not think about all those nights growing up that I slept with a giant fuzzy blue football instead of a teddy bear or a doll.

So let's talk about cheese instead, OK? Because for some reason, when it comes to party food, I'm drawn to the cheese like Madeline to pink, glittery objects.

Last night, I brought The Cooks Next Door's cherry almond brie en croute to my uncle's Super Bowl party. I now love this appetizer. It took less than five minutes to assemble but the finished look makes people think you spent all afternoon on it.

In my opinion, you should always encourage this line of thinking by using phrases like, "after grinding the wheat myself for the dough" or "I was afraid milking good ol' Bessie wouldn't lead to good brie but whaddya know!"

After that onside kick (OH THAT ONSIDE KICK!), I was tempted to begin eating the brie with a spoon because this is an appetizer that has the potential to melt away your emotions with all its gooey cheesy sweetness.

So if you are also grieving with me today, get thee some brie, cherry preserves, almonds and puff pastry. You'll feel better soon.