My Grandma's Chili... (here's a share).
I have told this story before but, I was adopted into a Mexican family in 1969. My Gramma made good food, like Chili and "Grampa's Chili" 7 siblings, and... I was the 2nd oldest of 16 grandchildren... I was the only one (besides grampa) that DEMANDED his chili.
2 pots as long as I can remember... one for grampa and one for the rest of the family. I ate grampa's chili. For the first few years, all my aunts and even grampa tried their best to deter me. nope, I was born loving heat. All my aunts and Mom, would make 10,000 (not literally) tamales, 10,000 (not literally) tortillas, and a big ol pot of this chili. Everyone went home with their year's supply. My 2nd youngest aunt Becky married a white guy named Clark. To make a long story short, My Uncle Eddie would inevitably come over and ask us... "What has 4 legs and can't walk?"... You two if you tell one more Mexican joke.
Grampa died in 1987 and Gramma in 1993. My mom died in 2007.
So every time I make this chili, even with my new fancy smoker/pressure cooker, I think of those days. With all my cousins and food.
Man, I loved my Gramma.
L to R, My aunt Juanita, My cousins, Pablo (Paul), and his sister Leah. Me.
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Gramma and Garmpa and us.
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There they are...
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My Mom's Birthday 20 some-odd years ago with CJ.
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RIP Mom and Gramma. Chili on the stove!!!!!!
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