So I dreamed about it, and instead of a nightmare it gave me an easy way out. In my dream we were holding a chili cookoff and crotch pots were lined up around the perimeter of Teen Town.
What a brilliant idea, I thought. I won’t have to do a thing except throw down a batch of my favorite chili and get a couple of dozen others to agree to do the same. Maybe I’ll get Mitchell Buick to throw in a car as first prize.
There are some fabulous cooks in my class and I think we should pit the classes against each other. Judy Mosely, I’m coming after you! I’m a lousy cook, but for some reason I make a mean batch of chili. Let me know if there is already such an event in The Point or if you think you have winning recipe in your repertoire.
Gary and I talk several times a day, and he’s thinking about working up some t-shirts so we won’t have to worry about what to wear. I told him since it is Halloween season, we should require all the “girls” to come without make-up.
BOO! Now get your crotch pot out of mothballs, fall isn’t all that far away.