Chilly Means Chili!

The chill in the air sent me to the store to buy the ingredients for chili. Well, that and college football.

As I watched the onions cooking in hot pepper sauce, I was reminded of a recent talk where the presenter asked us if we remembered the first movie we saw in a theater. You would think I could remember, but then my parents took me to Niagara Falls when I was a baby and I do not remember that trip either!

I tried to remember the first time I made chili as I stirred my onions. Again, I was unable to pull an exact date as I do not have an eidetic memory. I do know it was in my Carondelet Kitchen as it is the origin of my cooking journey. As I looked around the kitchen and saw my cookbooks and cookware, I realized I found a sanctuary where I can express my love through cooking. Lucky me!