Sunday, we drove to the small mountain town of Evergreen to attend "Big Chili", a cook-off benefiting the local fire department. As a lover of the green, I had been planning a pilgrimage to a chili cook-off this
year. The largest is in Hatch, New Mexico, the epicenter of chile pepper production. A small town of 2,000 people, Hatch manages to attract 30,000 people to its annual love fest. But Hatch is a 9 hour drive from here, and Evergreen is only a half hour away. Smaller event, but I couldn't argue with the commute.
We paid our $12 and got arm bands that allowed us to join the throng and eat all of the chili we could put away. There were over 50 different kinds, all competing to be named best in show. Apparently, the sky was the limit for ingredients and personality, because I saw chili in forms I had never imagined. Most booths offered up the red - chili con carne, meat, chile powder and spices - true chili is never made with beans, and the green - the spicy stew generally made with pork and sometimes with tomatoes that causes me to wax poetically. But the
variations were amazing. No two tasted the same. I was surprised how mild most of the chilis were. I only found one that was spicy, but it about melted my taste buds, so that was enough. There were tons of unusual ingredients, including chocolate, peanuts, cinnamon and elk meat. A few of the chiles were truly fantastic and nearly brought tears to my eyes - recipe please!
In addition to the award for best chili, the participants were competing for a showmanship award. Each booth had a theme, from MASH units offering up Gangrene Green Chili to an early Christmas table serving Santa Red and Grinch Green. But one group had made a bold decision. Elk and chicken chili was not their style, that would have been way too tame for them. They were serving Phat Rat Red, and that was not just the name, their chili was really made with rats. They had decorated their booth with photos
of the process, from singeing off the hair and cutting off the heads, feet and tails to the overnight marinade in chiles and vinegar, and a huge rat trap with a mechanical heaving and gasping rat caught in it. They were drawing a lot of attention. Tasters of the Rat Red seemed to come in three varieties - the disbelieving, "Yeah, sure it has
rats in it - it tastes great!", the grossed out, and the brave, usually one person in each group that was willing to try it while their friends watched with wide eyes and gaping mouths.
We had a great time. It was a beautiful day in the mountains, everyone was in a good mood, they were pouring nice microbrewery beer and the whole town had turned out for the event. And as we rode the shuttle bus back to our car, I reflected on the day - I tried tons of fantastic chile and had tasted lots of new things. I was grateful for the thoughtful booths that were handing out Tums to wash down the myriad chilis. I had to wonder why there isn't a chile cook-off here in Denver.....











