December

Just got back from a small party where I won the "Appetizer of the Chili Cook-Off Award 2012".  I was a shoe-in, being the only one to actually bring an appetizer to the soiree.  It was glop, yes, glop and chips.  Mm.  Wanna know how to make it?

Glop
One part beef, browned and drained.
One part Velveeta (Mexican is best in my opinion)
One part Brooks chili beans (hot or mild)

Put it all in a pot and melt it down, stirring occasionally, over medium low heat.  Bring a bag of tortilla chips and gorge yourself silly.

There was also one chili entry and one dessert entry.  The chili came off the the internet, a pulled chicken and corn, soupy deal that was pretty good.  The dessert was a crispy, sugary, chocolaty, butterscotchity, peanut buttery something-or-other called, uh, Scotcharoons I believe.  Also good. So everyone was a winner tonight.  The hostess was obviously disappointed at the low turnout.  I could empathize.  This is one of the main reasons why I seldom throw parties.  It's hard to find out how many of your fake friends aren't even willing to come over after all your real friends left town long ago.

December.  Damn December.  I blame it for my poopy mood.  I could say some really ugly things about it, but I wouldn't really mean them.  It's not December's fault that it resembles so many things that I don't like about myself.