It was overcast and cool today so not even the cats wanted to go outside for long. Julie was content to stand vigil on his wall for just a little while for show and then come inside and nap.
I finally got around to making some chili. I had bought some of the ingredients a long time ago and never used them, and they have been cluttering up the freezer. I looked at a recipe or two and then just winged it.
I often buy things on enthusiasm at the store or on the web, but then am reluctant to just throw them out. I used this opportunity to use a few of them…a way too large container of pepper salsa that I wasn’t keen on plain, some brown mustard seed that will attempt to use the mountain of seed that I got from Amazon to refill my spice jar. (I didn’t look at the quantities closely and got three bags each of which can refill the jar about nine times over).
I had most of a can of chile in adobo sauce in the freezer and threw that in, some aging frozen onion, quite a bit of some really hot “Swazi Fire Sauce” I got on the web, some beef gelatin powder to see if it would thicken things up (it did), some other spices and things from the cupboard, more pepper than I wanted because the lid came open over the pot….and 4 pounds of cooked ground beef. The adobo chiles looked kinda big, so I grabbed an immersion mixer and chopped them up, which thickened things up too.
Oh, and don’t lift the blender to the top when it is on…
Calla wonders what the hell kind of recipe is that?
The ancient Greek philosopher Heraclitus used to say “You never step in the same river twice”. I never make the same chili twice, for good or for ill. This one ended up pretty good, but quite a bit hotter than I usually make it.
When I packed the rest up into about a dozen bowls for freezing, the last bit went into the bowl and it seemed less fiery. Either it cooked down some, or the hot stuff was at the top of the pot. Still good, though.