The Spoils of War

I'm not a betting woman.  I once put a quarter in a slot machine and immediately knew that the trilling excitement I felt while the wheels were spinning was dangerously addictive. I never did it again. Oh, I have bought the occasional lottery ticket (and even won $35 once), but I am generally as leery of gambling as I am of drugs, recreational or otherwise. There are just some things I know I couldn't control. I have to admit, however, that I get a kick out of other people's bets.

You may have heard that the mayor of San Francisco and the mayor of Seattle had a bet on about the football game today. My Beloved had a bet with a friend, too, his buddy Tom from Green Bay last week.  If the 49ers lost, My Beloved owed Tom Ghirardelli chocolate. Because San Francisco won and because Tom lives in Wisconsin, we have a nice selection of goodies to enjoy with today's game.

The meats are from Nueske's. That alone would have made this a welcome gift, but there are cheeses and crackers with a hot, sweet mustard as well. 

Thanks, Tom! 

And, Go, Niners!