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13.11.04

how to make chili that m will eat (and enjoy).

the same m that swears up and down he doesn't like chili. he doesn't like it, sam i am. no no no. but. You get a nice cold day, and by cold, i mean, maybe in the low 60s. Maybe. Ish. You locate your biggest pot (and if you have a bigger one, you use it). You put some oil in (a good bit, too, of perfectly normal veg oil) and you find a couple of medium-sized onions and think, maybe three, maybe three next time, maybe two, and you cut up the two onions pretty big, really, but still cut, and they start simmering, and you find your giant two-pound thing of the 4% fat ground beef from the good grocery and start that browning. And it takes a bit because your pot might not be quite big enough to brown that much at once. But it does. And there are some jalapeno sausages in the fridge that happen to need eating, so they get diced up and tossed in. Three of 'em. Probably oh, maybe not quite another half pound. mmmmm, slovacek jalapeno. And you toss in a .. no, two spoonfuls of the jar-minced garlic. V. handy. And then there are two giant, giant cans full of, um, stewed tomatoes. Not quite industrial-sized cans, but really big cans nonetheless. Hunt. Del Monte, maybe. Hill Country Fare. And a normal-sized one of "tomato sauce." Because that's what it said to do on the allrecipies. And then you say to yourself, it needs more tomatoes. So some tomato paste and some water. A nice heap of oregano. Two heaps of cumin. One of chili powder. Two green peppers. Two jalapeno peppers with all their membranes and seeds and junk. Think about the zucchini and think, maybe next time, as i don't have a lot of practice with the chili thing. Then it cooks. For, maybe, not quite an hour. And then it gets most of a can of, er, um, kidney beans, and most of a can of, um, ... those white italian kidney beans. That have been drained and rinsed off, both of them, because uck. And then it cooks for another good twenty minutes or so. Then it gets eaten.

mmmm, eaten, says m. With the cheese. and, in my case, the sour cream. Yeah, shut up. And the french bread that was warm when we came home from the store. And a good medium ale. Mmmm.

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