Last year I participated in my company’s chili cook-off by eating my way around the office.
Tons of fun.
This year I decided to enter. I didn’t think I’d have a shot of winning – we’re a highly competitive bunch and these people take chili very seriously.
So I made something different, a white chicken chili.
The Boy promptly informed me that I wasn’t making chili. I was making white stuff.
Texans.
I did take note of his disdain, however, and decided that my “not chili” would have to be competitive in a different way. I gave it a Swahili name – Kuku Pili Pili – and decorated my competition station table with plenty of flair.
Those who know me well knew what I was doing…my mom noted on Facebook, “Presentation.is.everything.”
Totally my philosophy.
Anyway, I had fun and all of the “white stuff” was eaten.
You can imagine my surprise when I read the following company wide email a couple of hours later:
And I even got a prize! My own Chili Cook-Off apron!
I’m totally wearing it next year.