Surprisingly, the ITP continues to inquire as to what we’re having for dinner. As we are 41 days in, it ought to be obvious at this point. We’re been on a winning streak with the two previous chilis. For this I blame the Olympic winter games. In the spirit of international competition, I am trying to bring my chili game a level up. Tonight’s offering will likely not garner a gold medal, but the alchemy of chicken, corn, and cactus should at least appeal to those ITP members who delight in alliteration. Certain members of the ITP expressed concern over the paucity of information available on the label affixed to the jar of cactus. The crux of the issue appeared to be the ITP’s wish to know specifically which species of cactus they were to consume. I too was curious, but I could let it go, as no such information was offered for the corn nor for the chicken. My hope is that we aren’t eating either of the breeds of chicken that are represented in our backyard flock. That would be gross.
2 large chicken breasts
Fry in a pot until cooked through.
Remove to a plate and allow to cool
In the remaining fat cook:
1 can of corn (15oz), drained
1 can of diced tomato, 14.5 oz
1 C of cactus (I don’t know which species, really)
1 C chicken broth
1 C vegetable juice
¼ C raw barley
2 T chili powder
1 t powdered garlic
1 t Penzey’s Northwoods Seasoning
1 t Cumin
1 t Mexican oregano.
Allow ingredients to reach a boil then turn down heat and simmer 30 minutes.
While the chili simmers, remove skin and bones from breast meat.
Add shredded chicken to the pot and simmer 10 additional minutes.
Surprisingly, the junior ITP members helped themselves to the chili. No coercion or threats of longer hours in the garment factory were necessary tonight. It seems that playing Barry Manilow loudly eac time they complain about eating chili has them (silently) resigned to their fate. There really is nothing like Pavlovian conditioning to keep the ship running smoothly. My take: I agree with the ITP, this was good chili. It doubled as a salsa, as we enjoyed it with chips while watching Alpine skiing. As nettlesome as listening to skiing experts is, at least it’s not Manilow. Thank goodness for good chili.