[ WP ] Mom always said her chili con carne recipe was a secret . She was quite angry when it was published with the leaked NSA documents .

Betty Johnson had been up since 6am yesterday. She has to get up early everyday to make sure her children's lunches are packed just so and that her husband's tie does n't clash with his shirt. But this morning, as the clock rolled over to 6:01am, she realized those things would have to go by the wayside for once. She was on a mission. 
 
 It had taken longer than she thought, but she knew she was getting close. So close she could taste it. She knew if she could find it by 7:30 when Mr. Jones left for work and the bus picked the kids up it would be perfect. She could see the look on Marcy Jones' face and rub it in to the whole neighborhood at the same time. 
 
 The download of the files did n't take long at all. Her son would n't mind being woken up at 1am since she promised him she would raise the video game rating limit to teen. A small price to pay to get him to figure out the stupid download instructions. Pouring through thousands of people's texts and emails was mildly frustrating and occasionally distracting, but she was finally able to lock on. Nothing juicy in the first 3 years of Marcy's emails, but she would keep a few tidbits in her back pocket. She knew having switched her own email address several times it should help delay any secrets of her own from leaking. She tried not to get distracted thinking about whether she ever emailed her gynecologist about that... BINGO! 
 
 She scanned it briefly as she copied and pasted it to a MS Word doc so she could print it out. She adjusted her bra slightly and gave a quick glance in the mirror as the recipe printed out. She snatched up the page just as it dropped from the printer's mechanical grip before it even landed in the tray. 
 
 She could hardly contain herself as she hurried out the door. She slowly increased her pace to a jog as she saw the Jones family coming out their front door, all dressed and ready for the day, but not prepared for the slap they were about to receive. 
 
 She slowed to a walk as she drew near and she put the piece of paper in front of her and focused on the words. 
 
 `` What's that you have there Betty?'' asked Mr. Jones sincerely as Marcy's eyes narrowed in on the approaching housewife. 
 
 `` Four tablespoons of bacon fat; one green and one red bell pepper, chopped; Two and a half pounds of 80/20 ground chuck; 2 beef bouillon cubes; 2/3 cup of red wine; Two and a half tablespoon...'' 
 
 `` Where did you get that?!'' Marcy barked at her. 
 
 `` Lot of interesting stuff in that NSA document leak last night, eh Marcy?'' Betty smirked. 
 
 `` How di... Who... I... Fucking Obama.'' Marcy could n't wrap her head around it all. 
 
 `` Cornmeal, huh Marcy? That's the secret ingredient?'' 
 
 `` You'll never be able to make it like I do, Betty. And I'm sure YOUR HUSBAND will tell you that if you ask him *again*.'' 
 
 `` I got you Marcy.'' 
 
 `` This is n't over Betty.''
