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The real chili potluck.

The other day the hubs told me he volunteered to bring chili to work for his office's annual chili potluck.  I assumed he volunteered me because I have never seen the hubs cook anything from scratch.  So yesterday I looked up some recipes I could tweak to make my own and found one with a review that read...

"My husband has been making this recipe for his work's chili contest for 13 years and has won every year."

How could I not try it after reading that review?  Now, I LOVE chili.  That's precisely the reason I don't attempt to make it because as we all know, it is very hard to make a good, thick chili with just enough spice and kick.  After some moaning about adding another not-so-necessary task to my "to do" list, I suddenly felt up to the challenge.  So here it is...



It's meaty- a man's chili.



Check out the spices, folks.  Mmmm...

Stirring the spices into the tomato paste is about all he "volunteered" to do.  Haha.  He is so good at it too.


Into the slow cooker you go!

I didn't get a chance to taste the final product this morning because honestly, who wants chili breath in the AM?  Not I.  So, the hubs tasted it and he said it was spicy...and good!  

When I got to work I sent an email to the hubs asking him to email me about how people thought it was.  If it was a winner, then I would make it again for us at home.  The hubs responded with a text...

"The potluck is next Wednesday."

Ah!  NEXT WEDNESDAY!  After some more moaning about the not-so-necessary task on my "to do" list that was actually for next week's "to do" list, I calmed down.  Well, at least we have dinner for tonight!  That saves this mommy some cooking time!  :)  If it's good, I'll share the recipe and will be glad to make it again next week for the real chili potluck.

God Bless,
Kat



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  1. WyattFebruary 20, 2013 at 11:00 AM

    Oops! sorry honey. I guess i was so excited to bring some chili to work that i didn't pay attention to which week it was. Thanks for your hard slaving over this chili last night. ;)

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  2. KatFebruary 20, 2013 at 1:12 PM

    No worries, babe. :) So lucky I love you.

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