Every year I make these stuffed hot peppers for my husband on Superbowl Sunday. I made them on the Superbowl Sunday when we met six years ago. I guess it’s true what they say…the way to a man’s heart is through his belly. At least, that’s how it worked for me. From that day forward, I was nicknamed Nikki Peppers by some of our closest friends and it remains one of my favorite terms of endearment to this day.