This is it. We've entered the final countdown. You've practiced all year for the knock-down, drag-out, take-no-prisoners game on Sunday. Every scoop, every chug, every bite has led you to this moment - your moment - to bask in the glory of pigskin (both on your plate and on television).
Still got a case of the pregame jitters? Iron Chef Michael Symon has some last-minute strategy to offer for the guacamole gridiron. The goal: sending you into your Super Bowl soiree with your game face on, and seeing you emerge victorious as MVPP (that's Most Valuable Party Planner to you).
There are places in this very country where - and I'm not saying this is right or wrong - people think it's a fine idea to put raisins or pineapple in their cole slaw. There are other places where - and I'm not saying this is right or wrong (though it's totally right) - that such behavior would be met with public shunnings and possibly legal action, were they to inflict such an abomination upon the unsuspecting public.
After all, there is only one acceptable way to make cole slaw: the way you ate it growing up.