Macho Posturing and the Expansion is Underway
In the mid-90's when Henderson was the "seedy" side of Knox-Henderson a few interesting places were scattered in among the taquerias, supermercados and store fronts to wire your dinero back to Mexico. The more memorable were Louie's, The Barley House and my favorite Yegua Creek brewpub. Fran and I lived a few blocks away on Miller and had been tinkering with various chili recipes of ever increasing Scoville units when we found out Yegua was going to host their first ever chili cook off. We decided to enter a particularly scorching batch - I don't really remember what the recipe was; it doesn't matter anyway because what stands out is what happened at the cook off itself.
We set up a table, lawn chairs, propane burner and pot of chili amongst the other contestants. Everyone was offering samples and I strolled around trying various recipes and noticing the different gimmicks each team used to attract attention to themselves. One in particular consisted of three guys talking about how incredibly spicy their chili was, and even had a glass jar displayed with fresh red peppers. As I strolled up they warned me about the heat level in their chili - saying the secret was the red peppers which one of them had homegrown.
"What kind of peppers are those?" I asked, even though I was pretty sure they were the relatively tame red fresno variety.
"We don't know!", one responded and added: "We put an ENTIRE PEPPER in this batch of chili."
I pulled one of the peppers from the jar and bit off more than half of it in one bite. I slowly chewed it, keeping eye contact with them the entire time. When I had finished the pepper I stood for a minute in their stunned silence. They couldn't believe I had just eaten one of their secret "killer" peppers. "You know who would like this?" I asked, "my WIFE! Hey Fran!" Fran walked over and I gave her one of the peppers which she ate, shrugged and said: "Yes I guess that's spicy." Those poor guys had gone from macho posturing to awestruck incredulity.
OK - enough strolling down memory lane. Fran and I visited the city planning office on Monday about our parking space dilemma and it didn't go so well. Basically they said we needed to have the required amount of parking spaces so as to not put "undue pressure" on the neighborhood. Fran pointed out that an abandoned laundromat with homeless people living in it also puts pressure on the neighborhood. I guess they didn't find that amusing and said we had to find parking space somehow. We decided to try a last ditch attempt and contact DISD about the old Davy Crockett school immediately south of us; when we opened it still had a few employees but is now used for storage. We learned that they will lease parking space; so we mailed off the application and hope to hear something in a few days but the outlook is very positive. Remodelling has begun on the space so maybe this expansion will finally happen.
Come try the latest batch of spicy chili. We lucked into some habaneros from Holland - very aromatic and Fran was quite heavy handed with them. Green chile stew is coming soon - I am working on getting a supply of green chile and I will be roasting them in the parking lot Saturday September 5th. Drop by for a fresh-roasted sample.
We set up a table, lawn chairs, propane burner and pot of chili amongst the other contestants. Everyone was offering samples and I strolled around trying various recipes and noticing the different gimmicks each team used to attract attention to themselves. One in particular consisted of three guys talking about how incredibly spicy their chili was, and even had a glass jar displayed with fresh red peppers. As I strolled up they warned me about the heat level in their chili - saying the secret was the red peppers which one of them had homegrown.
"What kind of peppers are those?" I asked, even though I was pretty sure they were the relatively tame red fresno variety.
"We don't know!", one responded and added: "We put an ENTIRE PEPPER in this batch of chili."
I pulled one of the peppers from the jar and bit off more than half of it in one bite. I slowly chewed it, keeping eye contact with them the entire time. When I had finished the pepper I stood for a minute in their stunned silence. They couldn't believe I had just eaten one of their secret "killer" peppers. "You know who would like this?" I asked, "my WIFE! Hey Fran!" Fran walked over and I gave her one of the peppers which she ate, shrugged and said: "Yes I guess that's spicy." Those poor guys had gone from macho posturing to awestruck incredulity.
OK - enough strolling down memory lane. Fran and I visited the city planning office on Monday about our parking space dilemma and it didn't go so well. Basically they said we needed to have the required amount of parking spaces so as to not put "undue pressure" on the neighborhood. Fran pointed out that an abandoned laundromat with homeless people living in it also puts pressure on the neighborhood. I guess they didn't find that amusing and said we had to find parking space somehow. We decided to try a last ditch attempt and contact DISD about the old Davy Crockett school immediately south of us; when we opened it still had a few employees but is now used for storage. We learned that they will lease parking space; so we mailed off the application and hope to hear something in a few days but the outlook is very positive. Remodelling has begun on the space so maybe this expansion will finally happen.
Come try the latest batch of spicy chili. We lucked into some habaneros from Holland - very aromatic and Fran was quite heavy handed with them. Green chile stew is coming soon - I am working on getting a supply of green chile and I will be roasting them in the parking lot Saturday September 5th. Drop by for a fresh-roasted sample.


