If we’re friends, you know I love me some chili. If we’re not friends, know this: I love me some effing chili.
A few months back, I was editing with Aaron and Eric when we came up with a brilliant idea for a new snack. (I say WE, beacuse it was one of those ideas that is so great it could only possibly have come from a melding of the minds.)
What if you took cornbread, and baked it into a cone… Stay with me…
Then, let’s say once that bread was a nice golden bronze, we’d fill it with some nice thick chunky chili, and top it off with a dollup of sour cream, maybe some green onions, shredded cheese, olives and the like. You know what you’d have? A delicious and convenient snack I’ve dubbed Chili Con Cone-ay, that‘s what. (Or, in America, Chili in a Cone.)
Aaron once thought we’d been beaten to the punch, but it turned out to just be a hot beef sundae. Not the same thing. (Wow. I never thought I’d utter/type the phrase “JUST a hot beef sundae.”)
Anyway – I was just reminded of the concept, and with all my new found free time, I think I’ll give it a go this weekend. Who’s hungry?
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Feed Me Seymour
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