Day 19: I ask you, what's my name

What's my name!?

WHAT"S MY NAME?!

Phew, got that out of my system.

Why doesn't anyone want 19 day old chili for Thanksgiving? This backwards north central midwest boondooks (that's right...there are no docks here...or as far as I can tell from the fridge) is too close minded for a non-traditional 19 day old chili dinner. The flavours are at their best, protected under my rind.

This whole holidays is a bunch of bullfeathers.