This weekend, I journeyed back to the land of my birth. Nothing says home like sighting a large woman in stirup pants and Brantford never lets me down.
Foodzilla (that's me) is evolving into a bit of a weekend warrior. Today, the battlefield was the Chilly Willy Cook-Off in Harmony Square. It was a surprisingly successful event! The place was packed, people were skating on the ice rink, the band was actually decent and the chilli was good.
I sampled seven different chillies, ranging from glorified spaghetti sauce to gourmet chilli with loads of toppings. The samples were small enough that, all together, I probably ate about the equivalent of one full bowl.
I voted for the chilli from The Piston Broke. Not because they were the very best but because, I felt, they were a firm second and wouldnt get the recognition they deserved. I also voted for them because they have an insidiously funny name (it took me a while to finally get the joke - a little too long, truth be known) and because they complimented me on my chilli cook-off hat.
Shockingly, I was the only person there who remembered to wear their chilli cook-off hat. Weird, eh?
Even if you forget about the chilli cook-off there have been a lot of goodies this weekend. I hope tomorrow's weigh-in hasn't been effected too much...see what I mean by weekend warrior?
Don't forget to stop by tomorrow and give us a progress report. It really helps to have someone or some group to be accountable to. There's even research to back me up on this. 'Til tomorrow then.