I’ve been here long enough to know that it’s not going to snow. They definitely want it to snow–the local weather people. Shoot, I think most of us want it to snow. The forecast this week was calling for temperatures in the middle 20s, with a 40-60% chance of snow–maybe one to three inches!–to start falling Wednesday and last most of the day Thursday. But I’ve been here long enough. It doesn’t rain in Midland, much less snow.

I was confident to stand in the pulpit Sunday and guarantee our church at GCR that our annual Chili Cookoff set for Wednesday night would not be canceled or even postponed. If the snow stays in the forecast, we’re still having the chili cookoff. If it starts misting or spitting tiny little ice pellets, don’t call the church building asking about the chili cookoff. We’re having it. The colder it gets, the more chili we’re going to eat and the more fun we’re going to have.

Well, it threatened all afternoon. It was cloudy and cold, It was still in the forecast. At about 1:00pm, Jim and I noticed half a dozen microscopic pellets bouncing off my windshield. And then nothing. It happened again at about 6:00pm. A little rain and about 15-seconds of sleet. And then nothing.

Some were afraid that would be enough to keep people at home. We’re not quite the hardy West Texas folks we like to think we are. I experienced a fleeting moment of doubt at about 6:15pm. And then all the cars showed up and the people with crockpots began rushing in.

We had 35 pots of chili, everything from classic Texas red (no beans!) and white chicken to venison and exotic nilgai, from mild to ghost pepper scorch, and everything in between. We had to set up extra tables just to hold all the chili! I don’t know how many people showed up (200? preacher count?), but we were packed and it was a blast. Patrice McKinney took the top prize and was encouraged to wear her championship apron to church Sunday. Caitlin Landry was voted the runner-up and Linda Bomar took third.

Carrie-Anne made so much of her awesome chili that we’ve got enough left over for us to eat tonight while we watch Notre Dame and Penn State. It would be nice to eat Frito Pie in front of the fireplace and a college football playoff game with a decent snow falling outside. But it’s not happening. We’re getting beautiful pictures and videos from Valerie in Tulsa and Carley in Flower Mound where it’s been snowing all day. Not here. We got nothing. Zero. Not one flurry or flake. Stupid desert.

Peace,

Allan