Day 236 and the truth hit me in the face like a splash of cold acetone. The Pirate and I had been discussing training a dog and I mentioned that we could buy a pooch and teach it to make chili. The Pirate countered that chili was too easy for a dog, as “there is nothing to it, throw some stuff in a pot and add chili powder. That’s all you do.” I was about to “correct” her but instead stopped short. The women at my house can smell bullshit from a mile away and I thought I may do well just to save my breath for the marathon, now a scant 13 days off.
A departure from pots, the chicken patties were grilled over a an open fire. It was “all I could do” not to burst into laughter as I contemplated The Pirate’s comments while sipping a beer and tending the cooking fire. The funny part being that she is mostly correct in her assertion that chili making is at its core “art of the haphazard.”
2 lbs ground chicken
1/4 C El Pato brand jalapeno salsa
1 T chili powder
1/4 C finely diced red onion
1 t seasoned salt
1/2 t black pepper
1) Mix ingredients together and form into hamburger patties.
2) Grill over an open fire while laughing and drinking beer.
Chicken burgers are not the same as hamburgers. You tell that by looking at their names. While I will always favor beef hamburgers, the spicy chicken burgers threw a nice curveball. As they were sticky and icky to work with in the raw form, I opted to grill them on foil. This worked quite well and the burgers ended up similar to spicy chicken breasts in both flavor and texture. The ITP was happy and, as a result, so was I. No bullshit. Note, In the middle of trees and lakes the connection with nature is good while the connection to the web is bad.