Firefighter Scorch and Burn Chili: Faint of heart? Back away slowly Part 1

Last Friday night’s poker game in the workshop was a big success for two reasons.

Everyone was up or down just a few rolls of pennies by the end of the evening and agreed we couldn’t have more fun for the money if we tried.

I mean, dinner out followed by a movie and popcorn costs a bundle these days. (Unless you leave your spouse at home and sneak your own candy and pop into the theater. But I'd never do that. Pat would want to come too).

As well, just before midnight we put the cards away and set the table for my all-new Firefighter Scorch and Burn Chili - and it was a hit.


Here are a few comments:

“Wow. Great. Whooee. What’s in this?”

“Now, that’s chili! I want the recipe.”

“You’re in the big leagues now, Gordie.”

Yup, my friends were blown away. One almost blew up.

“You OK, Dave?” I asked, as beads of sweat dropped off his nose.

He just nodded, took another napkin and repeatedly wiped his brow. But he kept eating and almost cleaned the pattern off his dish.

I’d never seen him sweat so much, not even during or after a hockey game. His forehead was so red I thought he'd catch on fire.

Even though I was feeling the heat I took the high five offered by another fellow who also makes ‘knock ‘em down’ chili.

Recipe, off the top of what’s left of my head, will follow tomorrow.

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I should know this for future poker nights.

At what temperature does human hair spontaneously burst into flame?

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