RE: An awful chili
Mike, I have a confession to make. I have long considered myself a fair to middling cook. My having been blessed with a cast iron stomach may be a factor in this, but shockingly several other folks have seemed to like my cooking, too. Now for my confession, but first you have to promise to never divulge a word of this to anyone else!
Okay, I trust you, Pard. My wretched secret is this. About Cough! twenty-five Cough! years ago I set out one day to make a batch of my wondermous chili. I had made it umpteen times before and not only could do it in my sleep, I had each procedure patented and copyrighted. I could make my chili out of the contents of my pack in a remote fish camp in Alaska, and had a number of times.
Well, everything went as usual, except the chili seemed a little watery. I should have simmered it a bit longer, but on an impulse I added a tablespoon of flour mixed in cold water. I stirred, tasted, and dumped out the pot!