This is a special day. My loving wife and chef extraordinaire has bequeathed this space to me tonight. Much like when Johnny Carson used to have guest hosts, it will probably not live up to the quality of the innovator of this blog, but here goes...
Since my parents are in town, my wife decided to make a crock pot full of chili due in part to the "gloomy, March-like weather." After standing in the 45 degree rain watching my son's flag football game (in which he caught a long TD pass!), this sounded like a splendid idea.
Since the chef had a bunch of errands to run, I ended up making the chili. As previously mentioned in the blog, I won over my wife's heart on our second date with my award-winning beef stroganoff. Outside of that, however, I don't usually make too many forays into the kitchen except to make a bowl of cereal. Today though, I happily took up the charge of making the chili before settling in for an afternoon of watching my beloved Buckeyes.
Fortunately for our stomachs, I think the chili was much more of a winner than OSU on this Saturday. In fact, the Buckeyes were downright vomit-inducing.
Thanks for letting me fill in, I'm guessing this might be the first and last time it happens.
Source: Taste of Home Heartwarming Soups (2011)
- 1.5 lbs lean ground beef
- 1 can stewed tomatoes, undrained
- 1 can (8oz) tomato sauce (we used no-salt added)
- 1 small onion, chopped
- 1 small green pepper, chopped
- 1 can chopped green chiles
- 1/2 c. minced fresh parsley (skip)
- 1 tbsp chili powder
- 1 garlic clove, minced
- 1-1/4 tsp salt (skip)
- 1/4 tsp pepper (skip)
- Combine in slow cooker, mix well and cook on high 4-6 hours.
Per serving (original recipe, not our no-salt, with beans version): 217 calories; 9g fat (3g sat); 56mg choles; 954mg sodium (ugh); 11g carbs; 24g protein
The OC (original chef) said that it was OK, nothing special :( Chef Hubs thought it was pretty good, although maybe a little too heavy on ground beef. I usually like my chili with more bean & tomato feel to it. My parents both approved and were members of the clean-plate/bowl club. In his usual protest to all things ground beef, the kid took maybe a half bite before shaking his head and refusing to eat any more.
Three forks (although I fear the OC would probs only give it 2 forks)
Note from HF: I really like the name "OC" and think that all of my peeps should start referring to me by that name. Esp since OG probs doesn't really fit my suburban-raised self.