Saturday, November 1, 2008
Okay, maybe the chili was a little thick
Made chili the other day. Had some silly chili cook-off at work. I'm not known for my chili, but I figured, what the heck. And, of course, it came in last or something. The Wife isn't a big fan of my chili, either. She says it's too thick for her ... comfort, taste, something. Hers is lots ... LOTS ... thinner than mine. She thinks mine's too thick. I understand now. While watching the Georgia-Florida game today (don't say a word!), I decided it was time for chili. Good comfort food. So, I got up, went to the fridge, and pulled out the half-full pot of chili. A case (24 cans) of drinks was sitting sideways, up against the pot, with the plastic still on and a couple of cans out. Think one of those cases of Winn-Dixie drinks. 'Cause that's what it was. One came out and rolled off the shelf, bounced, hit the bottom lip on the fridge, and rolled out to the floor. I made an attempt to ... I don't know ... stop it, make it go back in time, something. That's when I dropped the chili. The lid bounced off, and the pot ended up ... upside down on the floor. Great. Just frickin' great. I shook my head, bent down, grabbed the handles, and picked up the pot, expecting the worst. Nothing. The chili was defiantly clinging to the bottom of the pot. Nothing on the floor. A half-full pot of chili was still half-full of chili. Thh Wife is right: My chili is too thick. Thank goodness.