I was excited for the chili cook off. Sure, it was only at my church, but I don't get out much! I had delusions of winning. I dreamed of praise and grandeur because I have to take it when I can get it! So, I planned, prepared, and cooked.
- bought a new crockpot because I wanted a bigger one anyway, and this was the perfect excuse
- found the perfect recipe
- bought the ingredients the night before so everything would be fresh
- used fresh herbs that I grew myself
- simmered chili for 8 hours
My brother Daniel decided to come so he brought his vegetarian chili for the cook off. He didn't want to enter but I felt I could "take him on" so I entered his chili. We had a great time trying all the different chilli's.
John wasn't feeling good but I asked him to stay so I could get my first place ribbon! But there were no ribbons! In fact there were no real winners. Everyone won a certificate for entering chilli. In the end I won a yellow certificate for "hibilly chilli." That's right! Hibilly chilli. I do believe it was supposed to be hillbilly chilli. I guess my chili didn't taste like fresh ingredients with home grown herbs. Rather, it tasted like old ingredients I scrounged together and mixed with the beans from a tin can.
And Daniel, he was awarded the "heartiest chili." The man didn't put any meat in his and yet he won an award for a robust meal. It was very good, Daniel.
Oh well, we had a good time with friends!
Edited to add: This was written in fun. I was happy to go, happy to make chili, and I'd do it again!