There is no finer cuisine than Texas chili. Of course, there are zillions of chili contests, cook-offs, Iron Chef auditions, etc. I don't need them. I know what I know. I taste what I taste. If you know me, you know that I practice self-deprecation. I always imply that I'm not the smartest, not the best, not the most qualified. But. . . . I do know how to cook. I cook the world's best chili.
Chili is a spiritual thing. A chili kitchen is a synagogue, a chapel, a Kingdom Hall, a mosque, a cathedral. The apostles are a 1051 onion, fresh garlic cloves, small, shiny jalapenos, the leanest boneless roast H.E.B. can offer cut up into 1/2 inch cubes, salt, pepper, comino, chili powder, cayenne, corn starch, the large can of Bush Black Beans, water.
Going for another bowl.
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