As a rule, I don't follow football/soccer. In fact, I don't even really know all the rules. (I had to get my husband to explain "offside" to me. What can I say? I'm bookish.) But having been in Italy for two weeks during the World Cup this year, and with Italy in the final game, I figured I should watch it.
After the first half, I turned to my husband and said, "For dinner tonight, why don't we have the national cuisine of whichever team wins?"
We had pizza.