OT: Alternative To Chili Post…

Yesterday, I made a pot of pintos with cornbread when this front came through…complete awesomeness in a bowl! I added chopped Vidalia onion with some bell pepper, large chunk of ham and some browned sausage…then lit it simmer for 3 hours. I hit mine with shot of Tabasco in my bowl bc my wife likes it milder.
Clays chili post got me inspired.


I love brown beans and cornbread. When I would come home on leave in the Army, I always asked momma to make it.


Started a pot of pintos yesterday about 12:30pm. Ate at 6pm. Heavenly.

A local spicemonger, spicemarkettogo.com, sells a great ham base mix for soups and pintos. I add that and a jug of chicken broth to give it a bit of depth.

Fortunately, enough leftover for tomorrow’s dinner, too!


I love me some beans and cornbread. Navy beans that is. I like my beans cooked with some cut up Fricks Peppered Ham in there. Then served up with some good ol fried taters… naturally fried up in bacon grease.

I put some taters in a bowl, crumble some cornbread on top then cover it with beans and ham and juice… its a damn heart-attack in a bowl but its so good!!


Navies are my favorite. Soak overnight. Add ham hock salt pepper, garlic powder, onions cook low and slow. Ad a little hot sauce at the end.

Ok…my after lunch task is now established.

An iron skillet of Mexican cornbread with a can of corn, a cup of cheddar, a couple of eggs plus a tad or two or three of butter along with a little buttermilk, all combine with Martha White mix tossed into a sizzling iron skittle before popping in the oven. Thank goodness, I prepared my chili to slow cook Monday night before pouring into containers for the fridge. I should be ready for serving by 7 PM…that fine chopped Vidalia sounds like a good additional topping along with a tad of light sour cream… I will need a couple of near frozen Zero Dr. Peppers tonight!!

Snow and Ice will quickly expand the waist…luckily I am now finishing a nice Greek salad before tonight’s calorie laden supper…

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This is all we had to eat growing up. Mom made a pot of beans and we ate them every day until they were gone. I have noticed as I get older the food/dishes my family ate growing up taste good again and I am making them for my family. We always had brown beans, cornbread, and sometimes fried potatoes. I love a good skillet of fried potatoes with my beans. Brings back good memories.


Fried potatoes, makes my mouth water.


I put my potatoes in a bowl and mix them with Dash “table blend no salt”, and Wrights BBQ Original Meat rub. I cook them in a skillet with a sweet onion and add just a little salt on them as they finish cooking.

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That’s what that dust catcher stationary bike is for–ride it (comfortably) during the whole game. You’ll find yourself going faster at each possession when the clock begins to run out. Then you can have that second helping of your chili.

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I made a bread pudding Monday night for my office open house that was supposed to be yesterday. It was canceled due to the inclement weather and we have worked remote the last two days…the bread pudding is almost gone. It will not see the light of day tomorrow.

That’s for my post COVID residual Tuesday PT visit — riding the stationary bike for 5 miles before my other assigned exercises…my after-the-fact problem last spring and summer was a weight gain of 20 extra pounds… had to cut out the pasta…

I guess i need to reverse my treadmill placement so i can walk and watch…

Don’t throw the treadmill away. It is so useful around the house–hang plants or shirts after ironing on it.


I added 12# in 2020. Five years on a tight Vegan diet took me from 212# to 167#, now maintain about 180#.


I love me some beans! The instapot is a wonderful thing for bean lovers! Pintos with all of the aforementioned ingredients and fresh, hot cornbread, em…now for a fish fry, I switch over to white/navy beans for my crabmeat hushpuppies…

What if the dust-catcher is being used as an indoors clothes’ line?

Asking for a friend.

I made some New Brunswick stew yesterday with pork butt I smoked on Saturday.

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We had pinto’s and corn bread last night. I added chopped onion, garlic, a bit of chicken bouillon, a bit of ancho chili powder and country ham, of course!

We had tamales (the kind you buy at Kroger, not the homemade kind) and pinto beans for supper last night. Really hit the spot on a cold, icy, wintry night.

This has been around the internet for a couple of decades, but deserves to be brought to light for a new generation.
For best effect read it out loud (even if you are alone). Enjoy

NOTE: Please take time to read this slowly. If you pay attention to the first two judges, the reaction of the third is even better.
For those of you who may have lived in Texas, you know how true this is! They actually have a chili cook-off about the time the rodeo comes to town. It takes up a major portion of the parking lot at the Astrodome.
You will likely want to read this behind closed doors because, if you are like me, you will be howling out loud.

Notes From An Inexperienced Chili Tester Named FRANK, who was visiting Texas from the East Coast: “Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge’s table asking directions to the beer wagon, when the call came.
I was assured by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the chili wouldn’t be all that spicy, and besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, So I accepted.”
Here are the scorecards from the event:
JUDGE ONE: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.
JUDGE TWO: Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
FRANK: Holy sh–, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that’s the worst one. These Texans are crazy.
JUDGE ONE: Smokey, with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeno tang.
JUDGE TWO: Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
FRANK: Keep this out of the reach of children I’m not sure what I am supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.
ONE: Excellent firehouse chili! Great kick. Needs more beans.
JUDGE TWO: A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of peppers.
FRANK: Call the EPA, I’ve located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back; now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I’m getting sh-- faced from all the beer.
JUDGE ONE: Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.
JUDGE TWO: Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.
FRANK: I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it, is it possible to burnout taste buds? Sally, the barmaid, was standing behind me with fresh refills; that 300 lb. witch is starting to look HOT just like this nuclear waste I’m eating. Is chili an aphrodisiac?
JUDGE ONE: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very Impressive.
JUDGE TWO: Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
FRANK: My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage, Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from a pitcher. I wonder if I’m burning my lips off? It really pi---- me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw those rednecks!
JUDGE ONE: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spice and peppers.
JUDGE TWO: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.
FRANK: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I sh-- myself when I farted and I’m worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except Sally. Can’t feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my a-- with a snow cone!
JUDGE ONE: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
JUDGE TWO: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. I should take note that I am worried about Judge Number 3, He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably.
FRANK: You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn’t feel a damn thing. I’ve lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava-like sh-- to match my damn shirt. At least during the autopsy they’ll know what killed me. I’ve decided to stop breathing, it’s too painful. Screw it, I’m not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I’ll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.