Sundays have been sacred in our house from the start- my husband and I first locked hungover eyes in a pub one crisp, September Sunday. He may have been looking at the television screen above me, but I'll never forget the first time I saw those baby blues. The first weeks of our courtship took place on Sundays- brunch, bloodies, and the New England Patriots. We fell in love on Sundays; and today, now almost two years married with a family all our own, Sundays are still our most favorite day. They don't often take place in a pub- but you can be sure there is still food, football... and the occasional bloody. 

I wait all year for this season- cultivating game-day recipes to share with friends and family- and without a doubt,  this one for jalapeño poppers is a must.  

Cheers to Sundays!

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