Underdogs score big.

We threw Super Bowl Chilifest III at our house this afternoon, and 24 people showed up. That meant a triple batch of meat-only chili, which called for 11 pounds of pork, 42 pasilla chiles, 16 onions, several cans of tomatoes, and a small VW-full of spices. Bob did the cooking while I cleaned the house and then caught up on wedding crafts (for details, see 1+1, my wedblog; link at right). He also made two pans of cornbread and four ricotta-spinach pies, along with two pans of raspberry bars. We had a 'fridge full of sodas and beer, and at 3 p.m. people starting streaming in the door, bringing with them enough drink to float the Queen Mary. It was spectacular. Except, of course, for the fact that New York took the trophy home. My entire paternal domestic line is now officially in mourning. We host a pool and give away prizes at each quarter. This year, newcomers took the first-, second-, and third-quarter prizes. A 12-year scotch as the fourth-quarter prize, and our neighbor from across the hall won that. It's fitting, as he and his wife run a wine shop and are always bringing us bottles to try. We cleaned up within an hour, and now I'm sipping some red and catching up on my browsing and blogging.