I want a Spanish boyfriend

Yes.  I do.  And here's why.

So yesterday was Superbowl Sunday in the States.  I (of course) had a Superbowl party at my house to watch the game.  Everybody here wants to watch the Superbowl at a party with friends if at all possible.  And my friends love to come over here, mostly because I put on what is called "a good spread."  This means LOTS of food.

I don't mind hosting the annual party, because it is pretty easy to do.  I like to cook a lot, but I refuse to cook anything for Superbowl Sunday.  It's not worth it.  The men only want chicken wings, and it's better and easier to just order out.  Which I do.  And I order a ton of them, since American men eat chicken wings like there is no tomorrow.

The rest of the menu is chips, dip, pretzels, nuts, cheese...oh, and those horrendous cocktail weiners in a crock pot.  It's disgusting.  But that's what the American male wants at his Superbowl party.  Along with beer.  Lots and lots of beer.

Mis amigas y yo hang out in mi cocina (not cucina...thank you, Torbe, for the Spanish lesson).  We sort of watch the game, but we mostly talk.  It was very exciting, because I got a tweet in the middle of the game from Torbe and his hamijos (I really don't know what that means, but presume that it translates into buddies?), who were also watching the Superbowl!  How amazing.

Basically, Torbe and the Spaniards wanted to know who gets paid more: football players or baseball players.  I gave him the best answer I could in tweet form.  I was shocked that he was actually watching American football!

But here is why I decided I want a Spanish boyfriend.  Torbe was also tweeting that he was eating a brownie during the Superbowl.  He even tweeted a picture of it:

Good Lord.  The man was practically orgasmic over, of all things, a brownie!  From his blog post today, it sounds like a girlfriend of one of his buddies is from the US, and she either brought or sent the ingredients for the brownie from the States.  No offense to the buddy's girlfriend, as I am sure the brownie was quite nice, but really.  A brownie?  That's all it takes to satisfy the Spanish male during the Superbowl?

Count me in.  Baking a delicious brownie is not exactly difficult.  Plus, a brownie doesn't stink up the house like those greasy chicken wings do.  :-)