I give the husband a lot of crap about being a nightmare when it comes to food. But when it comes to chili, I really have no room to talk.
For years, I refused to eat any chili that wasn’t my mom’s or my grandma’s (it was the same). The recipe is: ground beef (or turkey), a can of chili beans, a can of water, 2 cans of tomato sauce, 2 cans of water, and elbow noodles. As you can imagine, this creates more of a soup than a chili. And despite being told by several people that I could call it “goulash” or “chili soup” but under no circumstances was it “chili”, I maintained it was in fact chili. I also refused to eat the beans because ew.
Now, however, I’ve branched out in the chili I’ll consume. It started last Christmasish when my mom forced her new chili recipe on us. I was hungry, so I relented (but you better believe I set a stellar example for the nieces by picking out the beans). Turns out her new chili was even better than her old chili (hearsay!), and it was kind of easier to make since you just browned some meat, threw everything in the Crock Pot, and called it a day.
That experience was what some would call life altering – it led to me collecting chili recipes. But it was really only slightly life altering since I never actually took the plunge and tried a new recipe. Until now.
Nailed it. Remember how easy I said my mom’s new chili recipe is? This one’s even easier. There’s no browning of anything – just throw it all in the Crock Pot and 6 hours later dinner is served. And yes, I was a grown up and ate the beans.
I halved the quinoa and chicken broth since my Crock Pot was getting a little full. But I think next time I’ll do the full cup of quinoa and leave the broth halved – it was a little soupy. I also used frozen corn instead of canned.
Original recipe from The Girl Who Ate Everything.