Where's The Beef?

Where? Right here in central Indiana! Courtesy of a Super Bowl bet with my sister-in-law, we were eating mighty fine last night. It all started over a picture she doctored up, to make our nice little Indy family appear to be Bears fans. You see, my hubby's family is from Chicago. He was born and raised in the suburbs. So, according to SIL's thinking, hubby should be a Bears fan. But, as it turns out, he was never much for the Bears. The Blackhawks he likes; the Cubs he likes; but the Bears, and football in general, were never a big deal to him. Then along comes me - we fall in love, get married, yada, yada, yada, and here we are in the middle of Colts country. So, the first year we move to the Indy-area, I buy some Colts season tickets (which unfortunately we no longer have thanks to our 2 lovely kidlets; but it was fun while it lasted!). He goes because he's a good sport. And the next thing you know, well, he's in a Marvin Harrison jersey on Sundays. I can be persuasive like that. Plus the whole, if-momma-ain't-happy-ain't-nobody-happy thing.
Anyway, after this whole photo, um, incident with my SIL, I say we need a wager. She agrees. And as you all know, to the victor go the spoils. And here, for your viewing pleasure, are all the delicious spoils.

This box arrived at our house 2 days after the win. I'll say, those Bears fans aren't all bad. And SIL sure is prompt on paying up!

Inside, sandwich fixins! Yum, yum. Thanks to subzero temps around here and an uninsulated garage, this box was frozen solid until we were ready to prepare the meal.

Is it ready yet?

Yummmm!!
Gimme more!

A mighty tasty sandwich!

Mine tastes better with my Super Bowl Champions hat on!

Thanks Aunt V and Uncle P! We loved it!