If you’ve followed along for a while you know we are a Sunday football kind of family, and that most of the festivities revolve around the foods. Typically, you can find us competing with charcuterie boards or getting down with some famous turkey chili .

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.