On December 31, 2013 we stood at the precipice of formative experience. One year and 365 chili recipes later, we have gained this wisdom: Happiness is a (...)
Our only close encounter with wild bears was perpetrated (mainly) by the ever-adventurous and thrill-seeking Mrs. Chili365 and her trusty infant companion, (...)
I could feel my heart slamming against my ribs. My throat tightened making each breath exceedingly more labored. They were coming for me. They Know. 363 days (...)
In spite of my better intentions and in direct opposition of my best interest, I sometimes hire people. While wading through the vast slew of resumes, seeing (...)
The line between opulent and ragged is stark. Today’s 20 mile run took me past million dollar homes and the milling homeless, all within the course of a few (...)
Time needs no assistance. Aiding time’s progress is futile. Abetting its coarse passage is criminal. While time does not define a person, it sets a parameter (...)
No rest for the wicked and no respite from the chili. We are at it every day, holidays included. 359 straight days of chili and today I have fully depleted (...)
During the holiday season we forgive these indulgences. Chili pork sausage, eggs and bacon Spam (you heard me right, bacon Spam) make for a Merry (...)
The greatly antiquated man had made careful study of me, beginning the very moment we took ownership of the house. Years later he ambled over to our modest (...)
The mystique and all-consuming wonderment of capturing lightning in a bottle is not to be underestimated. I paused momentarily, having concerns about pushing (...)
The dream is reoccurring. Anthony Hopkins is standing over me “It puts the cushion roast in the slow cooker. It does so when it is told.” Why Hopkins and not (...)
I ate nearly the entire pot, by myself and in (near) total darkness. (Let’s be honest, if I were to eat anything in (total) total darkness I would repeatedly (...)
One of the doctors I worked with would drink beer with me as we stood amongst the radioactive waste . The other doctor disapproved of my daily ritual of eating (...)
Somehow we’ll have to introduce Richard Dreyfus’s character from Close Encounters to Randy from Christmas Story. Imagine the mashup of mashed potato mayhem. (...)
The house smelled vaguely of smoked tobacco. I paced- frantically. There had been problems- loud noises and burning followed by yelling, cursing, allegations, (...)
It occurred to me during the last of my half-mile repeats. Sound body mechanics and peaceful mind- everything will flow from there. Everything will flow and (...)
With knowledge there is opportunity and as one acquires mastery of synonyms and symbols, doors fly wide open. I have a tenuous grasp of simple mathematics and (...)
There have been some sizable disasters. Not to the extent of the Titanic, as our home is too diminutive to accommodate calamity on such an epic scale. (...)
The moment I suggested making chili with corn dogs, she shot me the look. I had seen this pained and, at the same time, menacing expression on one other (...)
You can take life as it comes or you can kick life in the groin. Repeatedly. Until it begs for mercy. I was totally bummed when I went to the refrigerator to (...)
The truth is obscured amid the luster and glisten as unforeseen dangers lurk and beckon with luminescent allure. The Holidays, much as is the case with (...)
Marathon runners are painfully cognizant of this sad-but-truism- “One cannot run mile 26.2 when one’s feet are at mile 23.” To compensate for the fracture (...)
Rocking root beer elk chili with bonus root beer recipe
430Save
The danger with mixing root beer and sriracha is that it may taste really terrible. As a contingency, I’m adding vegetables. In this way, if something tastes (...)
Today became the perfect day to ‘take a me’. After fighting through an ice storm by bike and by car in order to pick up The Pirate from the school nurse’s (...)
Attempting to upstage a pretzel is a very twisted endeavor. Anyway, trying to trump truly twisted treasures could tie me in knots. Best to let the pretzels do (...)
