Ann Nyberg, my co-worker, put the squeeze on me a few weeks ago. She asked if I’d help judge a charity chili cooking contest in Madison.
And so, Helaine and I are sitting in our family room, just about ready to leave.
The more I’ve thought about this, the more I wonder if I’ve bit off more than I can chew? Isn’t the idea of a chili contest to make the hottest, spiciest concoction you can?
I won’t be able to taste anything for a month!
I’ll report back later and let you know if I still have all five senses.
Phaw! Real Chili doesn’t exist north of Dallas or east of Houston. But, good luck with yer tastebuds.