Last night was a first for Ibby and I... a chili cook-off, a.k.a. Chilympiad, supposed to be an Olympics of chili-making. I can't quite say that we slaved away over our chili, since in reality we just mixed up our favorite chili recipe and let it all cook away by itself in the crock-pot all day. Then we stowed it carefully in the vehicle and drove the few miles down the hill to the old white church in town, where the cook-off was being held. We sat for half an hour munching chips and salsa, visiting with our neighbors, and taking hurried glances at the judges' table, and at last they announced the winners. Despite high hopes, we slid in just behind bronze, but were quite happy to have taken part (and to enjoy the various array of chilies presented). The guy who won said he'd put Nebraska White-tail deer meat in his, which started the evening as a nameless brew and finished known as "Expensive Chili."
Well, both Ibby and I had always wanted to be in a cook-off, and it was a great first experience. I know for sure it won't be the last!
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