Tag Archives: chili

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Five reasons to attend Bacon Bash:

  1. Bacon brownies
  2. Bacon burgers
  3. Bacon chili
  4. Bacon popcorn
  5. Bacon candy
  6. Bacon beer

One big reason not to attend….

bacon bash

 

 

 

 

 

I didn’t realize being crowded together like pigs in a pen was part of the experience.

No thank you.

No beans about it

I’m watching 24 in 24Sandwich King Jeff Mauro’s new show on Food Network.

(It’s kinda like the $40 a Day series that Rachael Ray did way back when, but with less scratch.)

He’s in Cleveland in tonight’s episode, and he’s eating chili for lunch.

Now I love chili, and today’s dramatic drop in temperatures makes it sound especially good.  I don’t have any chili on me, but I am really enjoying watch him eat chicken chili from Palookaville Chili in Cleveland.

But he made a curious claim during the program.

He said chili is usually the “B-film of food.”  It’s canned stuff.  It goes on hot dogs.  It’s not the star.

I love the Sandwich King, but I consider chili to be at the top of the soup chain.  At the top of the stew chain.  At the top of Rachael Ray’s ‘stoup’ chain (combo soup/stew).

Chili is king.  And was king long before Jeff won Food Network Star.

Let’s show it a little respect.

Call me trendy

A lot of famous folk have been talking eating disorders lately.

Demi Lovato appeared on Katie Couric’s new talk show to discuss hers, which prompted Katie to spill the beans about her own bulimia.  Lady Gaga used to have one, too.  So did Stacey London of What Not to Wear.

It’s like eating disorders — or admitting to having had one — has become the fashionable thing to do.

Well, call me trendy — I have one, too!

I like peanut butter…a bit too much.

I like it for breakfast on toast.  I like it for lunch on bread or crackers.  I like it with chili (on the aforementioned crackers) for dinner.  Or if there’s no chili about, I’m good with the peanut butter and crackers again.

And if there’s no bread or crackers, it’s pretty great right out of the spoon.

Some people might consider this an eating disorder.  I think of it as dedication to a childhood friend who has proven himself again and again.

(But I’m not sure that is on trend right now.)