dynamic elf

My office seems to have replaced the tradition of occasional afternoon margarita parties with one of occasional afternoon cook-offs. Today, the competition food was chili. Now, I might have problems these days with heartburn and indigestion, but spicy food doesn't seem to bother me at all. In fact, it's such a non-issue that I'd completely forgotten about the legions of pregnant women who can't stand spicy foods. As a result, I think I got more goggle-eyed stares and comments eating dabs of chili from different pots than I have doing any single other thing during pregnancy.

("Wow, should you really be EATING that?!" "Are you trying to induce labor?" "Is that a good idea?")

It was all in good humor, though, and I swear it was only a coincidence that the chili I liked the best was also the hottest one around.