What can I say about chili that hasn’t already been said? It’s warm, it’s comforting and all those fiber-filled beans make it relatively healthy. You can eat a big bowl topped with sour cream, cheese and olives or you can ladle your chili over a hot dog, although I personally like to keep my chili and my hot dogs far apart. You could also indulge in chili cheese fries, the American poutine (a Canadian dish wherein fries are covered in gravy and squeaky cheese curds; don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it). As for me, I’ll take my fries plain with extra mustard, like a normal person.
Chili is as easy as throwing everything in a slow cooker and going to work for the day, then coming home to the tantalizing aroma of onions, peppers and spices. Chili is as individual and idiosyncratic as the person who makes it and may depend entirely on the person’s mood and whatever’s in the pantry. So here is my spur-of-the-moment recipe for ever-so-slightly-spicy chicken chili. It won’t make smoke come out of your ears but it will make your tongue tingle.
You can follow it to the letter or you can do what I’d do and make a dozen changes according to your whims and tastes. Use different beans, replace the chicken with beef or pork, add corn and olives, and top it with Fritos and extra onions. If I had my druthers, I’d always make chili with corn but my husband absolutely despises corn kernels even though he loves corn chips and popcorn. He is a man of many entertaining contradictions who, sadly, isn’t amused when I helpfully point them out.
Here is one very important thing I learned about chili this time around: Do not put more chili ingredients in your slow cooker than your slow cooker can comfortably contain. It’s something brainy about how heat causes molecules to vibrate and therefore take up more space. I filled my slow cooker right to the brim and naturally, when I turned the slow cooker on high and it came to a boil, the chili bubbled right out from underneath the lid and all over my kitchen counter. The thing is, I figured it would boil over, yet I overfilled it anyway. That’s my personality in a nutshell — deliberately ignoring the laws of physics at my own peril.