Body is Temple
Monument to self-abuse
I skipped out on running a marathon today. Instead, I will be drinking with some friends in the remote wildness. Have I completely missed today’s opportunity for a long run? Hardly. Matters of safety may force me to sprint dozens of miles. Indeed, given the backwater locale of the soiree, there is a likelihood that “Dueling Banjoes” may suddenly be heard from somewhere off in the tree-infested distance. (Sweating, Shivers, Shaking)
I’ll be lacing up my racing flats.
1 C cornmeal
1 C flour
½ T baking powder
¼ t baking soda
½ t salt
1 T chili powder
1 ½ C milk
½ t hot sauce
1 jalapeno, diced
4 T of butter, melted
¼ C molasses
2 eggs, beaten
- In a bowl, mix the dry ingredients.
- In a different bowl, mix the wet ingredients.
- Combine the wet and dry ingredients and (lo and behold) mix.
- Drop by ¼ C measure onto a hot skillet.
- Cook until bubbly, flip and cook until set.
- Serve with a side of salsa.
We need to hit the road early, necessitating the chili for breakfast. Who’d have thought this recipe would deliver ants? I spill a little molasses and there they are like a mountain man.
The junior ITP members were hesitant to eat chili at this early hour. Since The Pirate has a race today, I caved and made chocolate chip and banana pancakes. Mrs. Chili365, a lovingly but fussy soul who only appreciates sweet cornbread, did not care for the chili cornbread pancakes. I liked them, but in the interests on remaining light and unencumbered by extra weight, I didn’t eat too many. I just need to outrun my buddies, right?