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That picture’s been sitting around in the What-To-Do-With-This-Baboso File for months. Out of the blue comes a reader comment on a post about Cincinnati Chili from 2008 in which I mentioned a family recipe that that I’ve been using for decades.
Amateur Cook Please, please, pretty please with sugar on top – can we (or I at least) have the Strutts Family Recipe? I’m on my knees here beggin’ ya!
Okay, AC, here ya go.
Bunk’s Family Chili
Prep: 1 hour. Cooking time: 1 hour min.
5 quart crock pot or dutch oven.
2 lb. lean Ground Beef /Ground Chuck
2 med. Size yellow onions (or 1 bag frozen diced onions)
2 green bell peppers
2 – 12 oz. cans Campbell’s Tomato Soup
2 – 8 oz. cans Hunt’s Tomato Sauce
2- 12 oz. cans chili beans (or pinto beans)
2 – 4 oz. cans mushroom stems and pieces
1 tbls garlic powder
1 tbls black pepper
1 tbls chili powder
1 tbls crushed red pepper
1 tsp cumin
1 cube chicken bullion
Spaghetti or Macaroni.
Fine-grated sharp cheddar cheese.
- In an iron skillet, brown ground beef with garlic powder. When done, remove to crock pot, saving the “grease.” While ground beef is browning, dice onions and bell peppers.
- Brown onions in grease until soft. Add to crock pot and mix. Clean skillet.
- Add tomato soup, tomato sauce, rest of spices to crock pot and mix.
- Add canned beans (drained).
- Add diced bell peppers and (drained) mushroom stems and pieces and mix.
- Set crockpot on high until bubbling, then turn down to medium. Stir occasionally, sample for desired heat level. Cook for 1-hour minimum before serving.
- For hotter chili, add more chili powder and/or cumin.
- Serve over spaghetti or macaroni, top with grated cheddar cheese.
Serves about 8, more if you serve it over pasta.
Note that this is NOT Cincinnati chili, nor is it Texas Style as it has *gasp* beans in it and it’s not intended to blow your head off. It’s also more like a stew than a soup, and can be eaten with a fork. The pasta is optional, but if you have a large crowd it’ll keep you from having to make multiple batches. Beware, it goes fast.
If you have a large number of people, make multiple batches ahead of time and freeze them. A pan of jalapeno cornbread is a nice addition, too.
Next day leftovers are even better. If you try this recipe, lemme know how you like it.
Looks like someone’s harassing a building to prove her femininity.
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Not sure how true this is, but it’s kinda true.
Roman Gladiators were the true ancestors of American Football. Brute force, team sport, with audience participation. Thumbs up or thumbs down from the fans could determine life or death of the defeated.
Top: Flag On The Play – Personal foul, 10 yards.
Bottom: Offensive foul – Death By Maggots.
Once the Romans left Britain, the locals needed something to kick around. Some wags found a Roman skull, decided to kick it all the way to the next village. The folks at that village didn’t like it much, and kicked it back to the first. Association Football was born.
Kicking a skull up and down a dirt path is hard on the feet, so the Roman skull was supplanted by the obvious replacement – an inflated pig’s bladder.
Association Football was too hard to pronounce in normal conversation, so it was renamed Assoc. Football, and those who played it were Assoc.’ers – hence the name “soccer,” and it caught on, even though all of the world still called it Football. But it wasn’t good enough for some. The game had lost its Gladiator roots (except for the drunks fighting on the sidelines).
Then one day in the early 1800s, someone got fed up and wondered, “What’s the point of kicking a stinking inflated chunk of porcine offal back and forth?” and decided to pick up the ball and run it directly into the opposition, knocking out teeth, drawing blood and breaking bones in the process. The game of Rugby was born.
Once Rugby was introduced into the States via Canada, America decided some changes had to be made. No more round scrum, the teams had to line up and hit head on in order to move the little leather covered ellipsoid mere yards at a time, and Woody Hayes was invented.
All of this requires physical protection, so the players wear helmets, shoulder pads and crotch protectors. They’re bred to be corn-fed behemoths of people capable of unprecedented brute force trained to bash each other’s heads into the ground. I love it.
[Vid found here.]
The Portuguese Man O’ War is amazing, as it’s not a single animal, but a colony of several bizarre organisms, all dependent on the others for survival. One provides transportation, one lures and traps food, one processes it, one cooks, and the other one does laundry and runs the blog.
The harmless gasbag idiot-animal floats while dangling his nasty stinging-tentacled buddies as deep as 160 feet below the surface. How they find each other and decide to hang together is a mystery to me, unless it has something to do with cheap beer, tasers and fraternity parties.
I saw one washed up on a beach when I was a kid without knowing what it was – thought it was an inflatable toy dolphin with seaweed attached. Yeah, I poked it with a stick, and yeah, I found out what the insides of a Portuguese Man O’ War smelled like, as did everyone else within a quarter mile downwind.
When the floating-gasbag idiot-animal washes up on shore and dies, it takes the other idiot-animals with him, and they can’t do anything about it because their free ride is over. Such is the life of a sycophant.
The missus informed me that there were words to that great theme, and she’s right. The closing credits for the early episodes included “The Cartwrights” singing the theme (after apparently stumbling out of a saloon/cat house joint venture in Carson City) and mounting up to pick fights with and wreak havoc on the local populace before they rode back to their fortified enclave known as The Ponderosa:
[Little Joe] I’ve got a flair for women everywhere, Bonanza!
[Hoss] BONANZA! ¡AI-AI-AI!
[All] I’m gonna call on any gal at all, she’s gonna welcome me.
[Ben] I’m not afraid of any pretty maid, Bonanza!
When I give a kiss to any pretty miss,
She’ll learn a lot from me!
[All] One for four, four for one
This we guarantee!
We got a right to pick a little fight – Bonanza!
If anyone fights any one of us,
He’s gotta fight with me!
BTW, the best comment on that Utoobage link was posted by someone named 75yellowraven:
“144-441 what does that mean?”
The lyrics and acting were so laughably absurd that the clip was canned. Years later Lorne Greene sang the song with much different lyrics: Lorne Greene singing The Theme To Bonanza.
But that’s not the weird part. The Bonanza Theme was orchestrated by David Rose, same guy who composed “The Stripper,” a number of TV theme songs, and this horrible piece of 1960s grocery aisle music:
Bet you couldn’t last the whole two-point-five minutes of that, so here’s almost a whole hour of The Beat Farmers circa 1984, featuring the late Country Dick Montana on drums, vocals, beer and belligerence.
Hope that grabs on, holds and squeezes you for this edition of The Saturday Matinee. Have a great weekend, even if you have to mow the snow.