The CHILLYs: Meet the Chefs, Part Two
Good chili is easy to make. Great chili is a little tougher. But award-winning chili is an achievement only few can lay claim to. Let’s see who makes the best chili in the KC ad community, at the CHILLYs. Fifteen contestants will fight bowl to spoon to win the most coveted prize next to an ADDY. If you think you have chili that’s the bomb then hurry up and enter. There are a few open slots open for contestants and only one can be CHILLYs champion. (Contact Sarah Dyerson for more info.)
From now until January 26th, we're going to be profiling a few of our fiery fifteen every week. Last week we introduced you to No Gas Shortage, Chili to Dyerson For, and Brookside's Best. Time to meet our next three contestants. Read on...
Brent Hall
Team Name: El Rayo Rojo
After being devastated by Team "Chili to Dyerson For," it was rumored the Brent Hall (formally a member of Team Goofy) sold all his possessions and began his retirement in the southernmost parts of Texas. Some report that he spent all day and night riding horseback and living off the land. With nothing but a hole to sleep in, a fire to cook over, and his horse to keep him company, he began to wonder where he went so wrong...
Suddenly, it hit him! Chili wasn't invented in a kitchen -- it was made out on the trail! It's about taking a few inedible bits and turning them into a perfect balance of flavor and texture. You don't need $25 cuts of beef from McGonigle's, or store bought tomato paste...or even beans!
With a few ingredients he will turn his luck around. So get back everyone! El Rayo Rojo is bringing the BEST chili the world has ever seen!
Michael McGee
Team Name: 104West 44North
A few years ago while sitting around a campfire attempting to make some tolerable food for our dinner, a member of our group noticed a strange light in the northern sky. We watched in amazement as it grew bigger and seem to change to every color of the spectrum. It got closer and closer until we could finally tell that it was a spacecraft of some sort. It landed almost on top of us without making a sound. Well, we all stood there motionless and finally after a few moments hatch on the orbital spacecraft opened and two small grey, big headed Aliens popped out of the craft. Not knowing what to say, one of us blurted out, "want some chili?" The Aliens looked at each other and then dashed into their space craft returning with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. Apparently, they understand English and liked chili.
They filled their bowls shoveled several spoonfuls of the chili into their mouths and immediately spit it out. One of the Aliens dashed into the spacecraft again returning with a small container. They told us that it was a spice from the planet Soror, somewhere around the star Betelgeuse. They added it to the pot of chili hanging over the fire and all of us sampled the chili. We all found it to be the best thing we've ever tasted. We scarfed down every last drop of what was in the pot. We must have passed out and when we woke in the morning we found the chili and the Aliens both gone... but a small container with the spice from Soror remained.
You will have never tasted anything on this planet like my chili I call "104West 44North." I named the chili from the coordinates 104˚ 42' 52" West | 44˚ 35' 25" North where we met the Aliens.
And because everyone seem to be making references to farting: just so you know, when Aliens fart it sounds like a squeaky toy.
Chelsea Fitch // Barkley
Team Name: Chili Con Chelsea
Chili has been a Fitch family Christmas Eve tradition for decades. We know it. We live it. We love it. Prepare to be blown away not only by the delicious goodness that touches your taste buds, but also by biting jealousy that will rise inside you from not enjoying this magnificently meaty, spicy, hearty dish year after year. It may not be fancily cooked like Mr. Green Egg, who’s openly giving up his recipe. (Really, olive oil? C’mon, Sam. Everyone uses olive oil.) But it will live on to supersede my reputation as AAF-KC’s resident baker extraordinaire. The Baker has risen, and she will come again.