To my great surprise and pleasure, I wound up winning tonight’s Chili Cookoff. (See photo of trophy below.) There were 5 chilis in the running. They were all tasty (as usual – we haven’t had a lousy one yet in the years I’ve been coming). But in the end, mine got the most votes! Go me! I think Gary was a little miffed that I beat him. (It’s one thing, he said, to be beaten by someone his own age, but to be beaten by a younger person…) It helps that Moe didn’t have her 6-time winning recipe there. (Apparently she agreed not to enter the contest if Gary did a long-term sub for her husband earlier this year. Heh.)
Still, to put me and Moe in our places, we played 2 games of pool against Gary and Garry and lost both of them. Then Michael and Moe tried against the two Gar(r)y’s and lost as well.
We all had a lovely time at Gary & Marcia’s and I am stuffed to the gills with not only excellent chili, but also fabulous desserts. Mmmmmm!
Go you! Whoda thunk you were such a wicked chili chef? Yay!
Hooray for you!
Yay! A winner is you!
Jeez, Treen, that’s one mighty big trophy ya got there…and of course as the major size queen that I am, I can only approve wholeheartedly. Nonetheless, I am now resisting a slight pout because all I got for doing the 5K was this:
(My brother-in-law pointed out that my sister and I had received the exact same kind of ribbon little retarded kids get when they try to compete with the big kids. An oddly appropriate metaphor, that.)
(A bit late on the reply here – sorry!) Heh – what you have to realize about the Chili competition is that Gary always hopes he’ll win. So he buys a nice trophy. Heh. (He’s still stunned at my victory & called me last night – twice. And his wife once in between. Heh.)