Q 1: wouldn’t it be something if in our charts and stats mad mad mad mad World Cup world some mad mad mad mad statistician concocted a formula for measuring the statistical significance of match sweat?
A 1: No, you are right, that would be gross and has no place on a food blog.
Q 2: What can I blog but deranged contemplations under the influence of binge Fifa viewing and/or the sleep deprivation dementia which accompanies the arrival of a new son? (Hola El Niño dos, welcome to week two on el mundo and El Cupo Del Mundo 2014.)
A 2: Mas mad mad mad mad pensars, at once deeply profound and slightly culturally insensitive, por ejemplo:
1. It is not against Fifa rules to field a rhinoceros aka the The Belgian Lukaku
2. Now that the White House has made it a personal GOOOAAAALLLL to kick out some 100K Mexican/South/Central American immigrant children, come World Cup 2018 when faced with any opponent south of The Border Wall Team USA's fans will take to chanting 'Give us back our Latinos'
Get it? No? Then bone up on yer NED bike history with this here good book before reading any further:
3. NED Team Oranje’s Arjen Robben’s pre-match playlist:
Q 3: Doesn’t all this pensando make you hungry? Sweaty?
A 3: No, but eating this brilliant taco honoring the madness of El Tri’s El Rey El Piojo did/will/do:
Marinade boneless chicken breast overnight in this faux-mole:
1/4 cup olive oil
Tsp/tbsp chipotle powder
Tsp garlic powder
Pinches of cocoa powder y cinnamon y Mexican oregano y allspice
Salt and pepper enough to taste
Grill @ 450 5 minutes per side
Cover w/foil, set aside for 5 minutes
Warm up corn torts on dry, hot skillet.
Top chopped pollo con finely diced raw onions y fresh porch garden to mesa cilantro and tu favorito queso blanco.
Photograph, eat, sweat, scream, repeat.