My favorite chili chef

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chili, postaday2016

My husband’s chili is my favorite, I used to order chili way back when during my college days in the village downtown New York City, when my friends and I would go out to the latest restaurants, but I had no idea how excellent chili could be until my husband made me his batch, 26 years ago. His chili is a thing of beauty, the different textures, colors, flavors and its graduation in heat and spice, it is a symphony of taste, everything comes together without losing its distinctive voice.

I’m not giving away secrets, but it is safe to share that a lot of peppers, beef, pork, lamb, sausage, all kinds of beans, tomatoes, garlic and onions, herbs and the list of spices is quite extensive, and it all comes together like clockwork each and every time my husband while it up. It’s a beautiful thing.

It’s that time of year again; Chili time

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chili, cooking, delicious, gourmet, postaday2013, slow cooking

I have to say that I know that I sing my hubby’s praises quite often, I can’t help it, he is my hubby after all, if I didn’t do it then who would, it is my job.
But in this instance I can objectively say, and my late father was my witness; my hubby is the king of chili. I’ll never forget the first time that my hubby made his chili for myself and my family, my father really, that was the approval that my hubby was seeking; we weren’t married yet so he was intent on impressing his future father-in-law and boy oh boy did he impress my father! I’ll never forget my father’s reaction to his first bowl of my hubby’s chili for as long as I live, it is set in stone and I’m grateful for it. It was early in the morning and my father and I were in his restaurant, the Bistro Bordeaux on eighth avenue in New York City, my father was in his chef’s coat setting up with his crew for the lunch crowd and I was in the dining room setting up the tables on my end and my hubby walked in with a bowl of his beautiful chili which he presented to my father for his tasting. My father put his nose to the bowl, his eyebrows went up and he fetched a spoon and without bothering to warm it up, started eating it without a word until the bowl was clean. My father put his hand on my future husband’s shoulder and said that was excellent, the best chili that I had ever had in my life. Since that day, my hubby has never made a less than delicious pot of chili; he has the gift, the feeling for his chili that is remarkable. We are going to eat like kings this week!