Only real love could ever ever make a Texan spend over an hour making a pot of chili with Cincinatti in the name.
E is completely in love with the Kit books right now and I got her the cookbook for Christmas, which is almost a promise to let her try the recipes.
I doubled the spices and then just dumped a bunch more in and it was still bland, even for F who is the most pepper-phobic of us (I blame the fact that he was born in Europe) but we actually had a really nice dinner anyway. So despite having reinforced my suspicions of any food that claims to be from north of Oklahoma, bland chili was a pretty good idea.
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