Real Chili

R made chili the other night, possibly the best chili I’ve ever had.  While checking out at the grocery store he grabbed a chocolate bar and Pepsi from the “impulse aisle”.  I teased him about having a sweet tooth, but he told me it was for the chili and said something to the effect of: “Real barbecue comes from Kansas City, southerners don’t know how to really barbecue”.  The woman in front of us turned around and gave him a judgmental once-over, the hazard of being a Midwesterner in the South.

The chili was thick, perfect for pairing with cornbread, and had a spicy heat with the first spoonful.  The complex taste finished with a sweet, savory tone that had me in the kitchen ladling out a second bowl.

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