MY Chili

My mother-in-law is visiting with us in Nashville this weekend. I truly enjoy when she visits; we have a great time together. 
When I came home from work today we were all discussing what to do for dinner. I suggested soup.  Chris, husband, recommended I make MY chili recipe. He "loved it last time!" 

Now Judy, mother-in-law, is a phenomenal cook. I cannot compete with her skills, and I would never try.  She is very kind though and often shares her kitchen with me. In fact, about a month ago she entered a chili cook-off at her church. She won first place.(See photo)

So, I am not a competitive person. I dislike when anyone wins a game because it means the game is over.  But Judy, she might be.
MY recipe? My recipe came from a Google search. I did nothing more than follow some guys Super Bowl Chili recipe. There is nothing of ownership there. In fact I didn't even pin it. So now I have to go to the browser history and try to find this recipe.
I tried to gracefully bow out of this Throw Down. I attempted to yield to her prize winning chili. Oh but Chris would have none of that. Because guys, he's proud of his wife, and let's face it men never realize what's bubbling under the surface. I'm trying to save us all from undue stress, but nooooooooo chance. 
So gracefully I say, "Well, if your mom wants to make her chili...." And she picks up with, "Yeah, I could make my chili if you want!" (Her chili actually is her chili, ownership and all!)  We are playing the same game. We are in the same mind. She wants to make Her Chili; I don't really want to compete with My Jeff's Super Bowl Chili. So I think we are in the clear. Then he says, "Oh but I want mom to try your chili to see if it's really good or if we just think it's good." 
I'm pretty sure there is some sort of sports ball metaphor that would fit lovely in to this situation, but I don't know one. All I know is I'm stuck. He is really the smartest in the group, since he's getting what he wants. So here we are waiting for My Jeff's Super Bowl chili.  Please know that he best part of all of this is while I am typing she is in the kitchen adding things to my chili.

 
I love my mother-in-law. Judy, if you read this, you know I adore you.