Ah, Superbowl Sunday. A day of feasting on fat things — chips, dips, fried things, sweets, and every possible permutation of breaded chicken. Great for the taste buds, not so amazing for the waist line. Who was it that said “a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips”? So I decided to whip up something healthy-ish (but still tasty) for the Superbowl party Karen and I were going to. I’ve made this dish for other parties and it’s always been a big hit. No one can resist pizza! And besides, what’s healthier than a big pile of raw vegetables? One of the best things about this recipe, aside from its taste and simplicity, is how pretty the final product is. With so...
