"I made chili, hon."
"Hm. What's it like THIS time?"
"Well, remember that one chili I made for that party a few months ago?"
"Yes, I remember it well. I dumped it out of my bowl. Everyone else liked it..."
"Well, it's not like that." I scramble for the vinegar and sugar and garlic powder to hopefully whip the chili into something resembling what my wife thinks she wants in a chili...
I don't think I've made the same chili more than once in my life. I have ingredientitis. I use the same five or six basic ingredients for 80% of the cook, and then something snaps in my head and I start staring at the spice/herb cabinet. "It just needs a little bit of this... and maybe this other thing, just a touch, for complexity of flavor..." and on and on.
Call it a disease. I love to taste new flavors (of the things I like). I usually have no less than 15 different beers in my mini-fridge, about 70 different dried herbs and spices, 12 different hot sauces... I'm even staring at a rack of no less than eight different root beers right now (my 14-year-old daughter shakes her head as she reaches for her A&W swill).
My last showcase chili was amazing, a Texas red (which I had NO BUSINESS making, as I had only ever tasted that style once, in Houston... does that count?) with a background consisting of four or five different tomato sauces and a mole as a base for some beautiful sirlion. It was probably one of the most expensive soups or stews I've ever made. It won first place at the cookoff, but really, I was going up against about 20 different chilis from people who looked at my (approximation of a) recipe and scratched their heads. "35 different ingredients, Dan? Come on, you're making stuff up now! Three different beers in a chili?! Sheeeeit."
What, don't judge me! Sam's Boston Lager for the base, Founders Dirty Bastard for the sweetness, and Bells Kalamazoo Stout because... well, because I wanted one to drink at that moment. Depth of color, yes, that's what I was going for!
So I've been tapped to bring a dish-to-pass Friday to work for a potluck. I offered up chili. Lord help me.
Am I the only one with this affliction? Sound off!
"Hm. What's it like THIS time?"
"Well, remember that one chili I made for that party a few months ago?"
"Yes, I remember it well. I dumped it out of my bowl. Everyone else liked it..."
"Well, it's not like that." I scramble for the vinegar and sugar and garlic powder to hopefully whip the chili into something resembling what my wife thinks she wants in a chili...
I don't think I've made the same chili more than once in my life. I have ingredientitis. I use the same five or six basic ingredients for 80% of the cook, and then something snaps in my head and I start staring at the spice/herb cabinet. "It just needs a little bit of this... and maybe this other thing, just a touch, for complexity of flavor..." and on and on.
Call it a disease. I love to taste new flavors (of the things I like). I usually have no less than 15 different beers in my mini-fridge, about 70 different dried herbs and spices, 12 different hot sauces... I'm even staring at a rack of no less than eight different root beers right now (my 14-year-old daughter shakes her head as she reaches for her A&W swill).
My last showcase chili was amazing, a Texas red (which I had NO BUSINESS making, as I had only ever tasted that style once, in Houston... does that count?) with a background consisting of four or five different tomato sauces and a mole as a base for some beautiful sirlion. It was probably one of the most expensive soups or stews I've ever made. It won first place at the cookoff, but really, I was going up against about 20 different chilis from people who looked at my (approximation of a) recipe and scratched their heads. "35 different ingredients, Dan? Come on, you're making stuff up now! Three different beers in a chili?! Sheeeeit."
What, don't judge me! Sam's Boston Lager for the base, Founders Dirty Bastard for the sweetness, and Bells Kalamazoo Stout because... well, because I wanted one to drink at that moment. Depth of color, yes, that's what I was going for!

So I've been tapped to bring a dish-to-pass Friday to work for a potluck. I offered up chili. Lord help me.
Am I the only one with this affliction? Sound off!
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