For the actual game, Minnesota chili hot (mild jalapenos). For the tailgate, much hotter (habaneros at least).
We try to theme our tailgates by who we are playing so tomorrow we have BBQ pulled chicken sandwiches, pecan pie and peach cobbler on the menu. Yum!
Brew is no longer the coach.
My dad gum chili is as hot as Zeus' lightning bolts, Apollo's fiery chariot and the forge of Hephaestus, because, as we've been repeatedly told for months, the football team we face this Saturday afternoon is not composed of mere mortals, but of the very gods of Olympus themselves.
I paraphrase, of course.
Slightly.