About a month ago, I signed up to bring chili to our church’s Pinewood Derby and Chili Cook-Off activity. The derby was for everyone, not just the scouts, so I took that opportunity and got all Pinterest-y and found lots of tips to make a super fast derby car with my oldest daughter. I was bound and determined to beat my husband and son.
The day of the activity came up really fast and we were all painting cars and adding graphite to the wheels up until it was time to leave. About an hour before we had to leave the house, while I was getting ready, Rob asked me “Aren’t you making chili?”.
I had completely spaced on that and had absolutely nothing done. Nothing. So I enlisted the help of my father-in-law who was visiting at the time (thank goodness for that man dropping anything to help me out, I struck gold in the “in-law department”), and we got to cooking. While I was racing around (pun absolutely not intended) trying to figure out what ingredients I needed, he was busily chopping onions and peppers and browning ground beef.
The thing about the chili cook-off is that there was a trophy involved, and it was a trophy I wanted. A gold hulk-like figure ripping off his shirt with a “V” for victory on his chest. Just hilarious. But I knew deep down that my last minute attempts to throw together a chili would not be trophy-worthy.
We managed to make a really great chili, I was actually surprised at how good it turned out. But sadly, I did not come home with a trophy. So I set out to make a few adjustments to that initial attempt and got the flavor fine-tuned. Now I just need another Chili Cook-Off to attend…