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Classic Beef and Bean Chili

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Can I ask you a question? What does it mean when someone “winterizes” something? Is it just checking to make sure the chimney sweep doesn’t have eagles or hobos stuck in it again? Or is it a quick glance at the windows and doors for any slits where evil ice ghosts might slip through at […]

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Chili with Chicken and Beans

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I really need to trim my toenails. OH, HEY. Wow, you’re quiet. How long have you been standing there? Wow. Remember yesterday when I told you about my husband cooking for me all weekend due to an expensive mountain bike purchase? (I’m still coping.) Well, this here chili was another one of his creations. You […]

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Soy Chorizo and Two-Bean Chili

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You’re probably reading the title of this post, rubbing your eyes, re-reading it and thinking, “The girl’s gawn coo-coo. Who eats chili IN AUGUST?” Well hold on now! I need to explain something. For the most part of yesterday, it felt like fall. Delicious, crisp, I-can-go-outside-and-not-die-from-the-heat fall. The temperatures stayed right around 66, steady rain […]

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A Most Random Chili, But Awesome.

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Came home tonight to discover absolutely nothing in the fridge. I’m not kidding you guys, I think I saw a tumble weed blow past the lonely onion. With resources running low and the energy level of a postal stamp, I needed to pull together something creative, quick and tasty. Hello pantry. Canned beans, tomatoes and […]

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December Comfort

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With weather like this I have 3 words for you: Shredded Chicken Chili. I mean, is there really anything more to say? You know me, of course there is!  A blazing fire, a bottle of red wine, warm blankets, wool socks, a good movie, a hot shower, a snuggly puppy, an abundance of questions for […]

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The Way To a Woman’s Heart…

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  It’s always so nice to come home after a long day to find my husband busily stirring around the kitchen, various spice jars open, the rice cooker buzzing away and a simmering pot on the stove releasing scents of comfort. Of home. Of me not having to lift a finger. Tears I tell you. […]

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