Sunday, June 24, 2012

First Loss for Rogers White Chili




The Rogers family white-chili recipe, unbeaten in years of Bosie and Provo ward tournament play, fell on Saturday to the recipe of a resident of the Seville Independent Senior Living Community.

The streak was broken in the Seville's annual chili cookoff, the $100 prize claimed by a heavyweight contender in his 70s. The winning recipe, a sweet, barbecue-sauce laden number filled with browned beef, onions, and peppers, was untitled.

"I hear he won because they felt sorry for him," said resident Val, embittered that his own chili lost just because someone was "out of money" and "on their last buck." Val's chili—chalk full of pinto and kidney beans—came in second, thanks in part to his door-to-door cook-off invitations, careful marketing, and, some would say, extortion.

Some 20-plus chilis were entered in the contest, their makers stationed behind their Crockpots, equipped with dixie cups and plastic spoons to allow for sampling. "This is most contenders ever," said Linda, the Taiwanese Seville activity director, in the opening ceremonies. The cook-off's oldest entrant was pushing 98, the youngest, Spencer Rogers, a spry 27—claiming to be a granson-in-law of resident Tyra Henderson.

Talk circulated of ousting the young competitor, with murmurings of "no shoe-string relatives allowed" flying in the dining room in the weeks leading up to the contest, as Val and Spencer threw verbal punches.

Fortunately for Val, the over-70 crowd had never seen white chili and was thus either unwilling to try the dubious white, cream-based stock or put off by the chicken—which, as Val put it, was not beef.

Yet the young chili champ was undeterred, saying he still likes his chili better than anyone else's, except for the one that was straight tri-tip steak.



Val



Sunday, June 17, 2012

And They Called It a Flash Mob




Their numbers were few, but the siblings Rogers busted out some synchronized moves at Tara and Brett's wedding this weekend. They capped the ditty off with Spencer and Brett's assisted back flip —an all "original move" they refined in high school.

As it were, Spencer and Brett also relived another art they refined in high school this weekend: the art of dumpster diving. Yes, a proud Spencer brought home a nativity missing only the baby Jesus. Thanks, Spence.

I was sad to miss the wedding, no thanks to weeks of missed work and a crush of magazine deadlines. But we wish the new couple and their litter of eight the best!

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Just Say No . . .

. . . to butt-rock concert T-shirts.

This is the front of the T-shirt Spencer brought home from the Scorpions concert. I don't think it's appropriate to tell you what was on the back. He "didn't see that" before purchasing it and has subsequently thrown the shirt in the trash—he couldn't even give it to the DI in good conscience.

But can we discuss the front of this shirt for a moment? Really?

Monday, June 11, 2012

Medaling

OK, so it's not like the NBA Finals or anything, but an institution called CASE pits all university publications against each other annually. It's like the Olympics of university writing and editing. And guess what? We made the podium, thrice.

We got the gold medal in the video category for our Made with L.O.V.E. Have you seen it?




And we got the silver medal for best magazine staff writing; our entry included two pieces written by yours truly. Being book ended by Stanford, which took gold and bronze in that category, seems like good company to me.


And we got the bronze medal for that newsletter that plauges my life at the end of each month.


Friday, June 8, 2012

Hired!

Spence got the job! His career with Goldman Sachs begins July 9 with a six-week training in New York City. Then he'll bunker down in the company's Salt Lake City office.


Here he is holding his official offer. And it only took 13 interviews! Ha! I'm so proud of him.

Thankfully, I'll be walking like a champ by July, ready to visit him in the Big Apple.

Friday, June 1, 2012

We Meet Again


Hello, Bregg Polar Care cooler that continually flows ice-cold water over post-surgery limbs. I remember you from 10 years ago, from that last ACL surgery. Back then you just rented these puppies. Now, they just send one home with you for keeps.

Yes,  I tore my ACL. In the other knee—the good knee. But, I am now the proud owner of the heavenly Bregg Polar Care. And now I have two reconstructed ligaments that are said to be stronger than the originals. Soccer and skiing will just have to wait six months. So far so good. Not even a week out and I already have my extension back and can bend to 110 degrees. Still, I'm afraid there will be no water skiing pyramid this summer.

I am enjoying the mini two-week staycation from work filled with Mav cones and Sonic happy hour. Spence, as of yet unemployed, is taking good care of me.