The Tale Of The Burnt Chili

If there's anything I'm NOT, it's a cook. I confess: I refrain from inviting people over just because they'll have to be fed. I choose the easy things when it's time for pot lucks, get togethers, hot lunches..... That's what started it all. See, I chose the chili because I wasn't about to make the bread! When it came down to it, chili made me just as nervous-I've never made 10 quarts of chili! But I read and I figured and it all went quite well, until I burned it. Scorched it. Blackened the pan beyond belief! What would You do?? When calling mom for tips turned up nothing, I turned to Google: "Add some liquid smoke" "Throw it out" "Strain it" "Add 1 T of peanut butter" (not kidding!) Since "throw it out" wasn't an option I doctored and prayed and tasted... Either my nose was so full of the smell that was all I could taste, or they just had to eat it and be nice, or the Lord turned burnt chili into delicious, I don't know, but my chili got all! If these things happen to keep us humble, than humble I am....