From Russia, without love.

We are fulfilling our civic duty as Americans tonight and heading down to the Sports Cafe on Sauchiehall to watch the Superbowl. Only I could not care less about it. I may be a superjock, but I cannot seem to scrounge up an ounce of emotion about this game. And to make matters more bleak, while we'll get the Fox feed of the actual game, they don't show the commercials. What is the point of the Superbowl without commercials?!

I am however digging the dijon dressing I made for my spinach salad.

Also, it is freezing out. Arctic air is blowing in from Moscow, making things here in Glasgow rather unpleasant.