With Winter Fest right around the corner, we decided to take a leap of faith and enter the chili cook-off. We were there last year and figured we make chili all the time. Why not? Of course, we have no illusions of winning the contest, but figure if we never try, then we'll go through wishing we had. Plus, N came up with a killer name, F's Charming Chili. How can you not love that?
Either way, we ran into a bit of a dilemma that was as usual of my own neurotic creation. You are supposed to bring the entries to the rec center in a crock pot so they can keep it warm. We have one, but it's huge, and I thought it would be better to have a smaller one, maybe a gallon size, if such a thing exists. This initiated a mad scramble to locate a crock pot, or at least a small one.
Our good friends the H's had one, but there might have been a conflict of interest because DH might have wanted to enter the contest, as well. When we found out he wasn't, we rushed over and picked it up, only to find that it wasn't that much smaller than ours. I couldn't make a stink about it, so I thanked them and took it home, but if it turns out to be the same size, it'll be simpler just to use ours.
Why do I always have to make life so complicated? I should have just shut up and used our crock pot, but the thing is massive. Oh well, what are you going to do?
If life was so simple, it'd be boring as heck, wouldn't it?
Until the next time, thanks for reading.