I remember when Brigitte came over with her big glass jar of chili. Yes, you read that right: not a pot, a jar. I think it used to be a giant pickle jar. She didn’t want the chili spilling over in her car, so she looked for something with a tight lid, and the jar seemed like a logical answer. After she left my house, I unscrewed the lid and took it off. The chili was still hot. It was […]
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