Last night’s steaming bowl of chili came about because I did not want to go to the grocery store. Instead of wheeling a shopping cart through neatly stacked rows of food, I rummaged through the pantry, the freezer, and the refrigerator to find the bits and pieces necessary to make dinner.
I always have canned tomatoes in the cabinet and was happy to find a lone chipotle pepper in adobo as well as a scant tablespoon of tomato paste in the towers of Tupperware that fill my fridge. A lack of beans in my pantry was a disappointment to me, but a gift to my husband who hails from Texas. We don’t have time for the beans or no-beans debate here, but suffice it to say that if you are from the Lone Star state you have extremely strong feelings about NO beans in your chili.
