In my journey to making better decisions about my nutrition I decided to try turkey chili. I was thinking about it for days before making it. I was looking forward to it; daydreaming about the deliciousness it was going to bring into my life.
So I went to the store and bought some dry pinto beans, chili seasoning, and turkey meat. The turkey is because I’ve been trying to feed myself and my family less beef and I’ve learned that in most cases turkey meat is an acceptable substitute.
I soaked the pinto beans overnight (it‘s supposed to make you fart less), and the next morning I threw them into the crock pot. I love my crock pot. I knew it wouldn‘t let me down. I put all the ingredients in and let them cook all day.
When it comes to chili you have to have cornbread. This is the south. Cornbread is mandatory. I did get creative, however, and made my cornbread in the waffle iron! I felt like a culinary pimp. It was great because it had the little waffle pockets in it. It held the chili in it.
Finally, the chili was done! I made the bowls and served them to my family… I hated it. I hated everything about this chili. I was betrayed. It smelled so good throughout the day, making my mouth water. Taunting me with its potential deliciousness. I didn‘t know it was filling me with empty promises.
I was actually mad at this food. I was angry at it! When it comes to chili, just use beef. Don‘t do to yourself what I did to myself. Here is a picture of the monstrosity. The picture even makes me angry.
The picture is sideways but I don’t care enough about this stupid chili to even fix it. I hate it.
I will say, though, a few days later I used the rest of it to make burritos and those weren’t half-bad. So some of this was salvagable. Woot!