I wanted chili.
Like, I wanted it in the way an addict wants smack. In the way that when you’re drunk and it’s 3 in the morning and you get this nearly-psychopathic urge to eat a particular combination of foods: I WANT POTATO SKINS AND FUDGSICLES OR I’M GOING TO FUCKING START HITTING THINGS WITH A HAMMER.
I wanted chili.
And I wanted meat in that goddamn chili. Meat. I mean, sure, and vegetables, too, but my carnivorous forebears — which were actually bears, by the way, for the Wendigo bloodline contains several grizzlies — had risen to the surface of my desire like growling ghosts and they demanded flesh.
But all I had was pot roast as a meat source.
Which is no great problem. All you gotta do is cut up the pot roast into cubes and throw those into the chili and ta-da, hey, chili with meat, yay, game over, goodbye, SHUT IT DOWN, everybody. *starts flipping levels and switches*
But I did not do that.
This roast, it was a four-pounder. Good-size. About that of a human head.
And no, it wasn’t actually a human head. I know I got those mixed up last time. JEEZ HAVE A LITTLE FAITH a guy boils one decapitated head and serves it at a church luncheon and everybody gets their genitals in a tizzy. Can’t anybody just relax anymore?
Whatever.
What I decided to do was, cook the pot roast In The Usual Fashion, and then use the delicious savory broth that results not to make gravy, as I usually would, but rather, to make one helluva pot of chili. And dang, youse y’all yinz, it was pretty chilitastic. Or, as Guy Fieri would say, “It was a hot tasty enema right from the general practitioner operating out of Flavortown Hospital!” Or something. I think to get a proper Guy Fieri impression going I need to dye my body hair the color of lemonade and name my son “Donkey Sauce” and buy a sexy convertible so that I can finally become the manifest totem spirit of Mid-Life Crisis.
Anyway.
So, here’s what I did:
First up: turn your FIRECUBE (“oven”) to 275F.
I cut up two sweet onions into fair chunkin’s. I set my heavy-bottomed stock pot on medium-high with a little ejaculation of olive oil to coat the bottom. And I started cooking some onions. Just until they got a little color to them, maybe got a bit soft. Throw in a little chopped garlic, too — but do this late so the garlic doesn’t start to burn because when you burn garlic, Jesus and Athena and Amaterasu and all the other gods and goddesses weep. They weep. You heretic.
While the onion-garlic thing was happening I was like, “LET’S SALT SOME MEAT,” which is also the first of my failed catchphrases back in improv comedy school. When I say “salt the meat,” I don’t mean, “apply a light wintry dusting of salt.” I mean, “salt the unmerciful fuck out of it.” I mean, “salt it like you’d salt the earth of your enemies after you razed their crops and burned them out of house and home.” Don’t skimp on the skalt. Er, salt.
I also sprinkled some powdered garlic onto the meat, too.
Then: the giant lump of flesh goes into the purgatory pot where it will have its sins not burned out of it but contained by the sweet browning on all sides that must occur. The story goes that we brown meat to contain its flavor, but that’s not really true. We brown meat to contain the angry ghost of the animal we killed. Which increases its deliciousness.
(The vegetarian version of this dish is just you starting longingly at an empty plate. I’m sorry, veggie-heads, I love you and respect you but it’s possible to make one helluva veggie-only chili, this way ain’t one of them.)
Brown the meat on all sides. Laugh as it sizzles. Taunt the angry beast-wraith within.
Take the meat out once the beast-wraith has been contained.
Now, it’s time to bring liquids into the equation.
This demands beer, first and foremost.
You don’t want to use something super-bitter because that bitterness will linger like that last guest at a party who doesn’t understand you just want to go to bed and masturbate to drunken incompletion. But you also don’t want to use something without much flavor. I see people sometimes advocating cooking with undrinkable beer like Budweiser and I was like, “If I don’t want to drink it, I don’t want it hanging out with my food, either.” And Budweiser isn’t really beer, anyway, it’s llama urine. And not even good llama urine — it’s all watered-down.
So: maybe Guinness. I used a pilsner. One that didn’t have a strong bite but had a great beer flavor just the same. Hoppy without tasting grumpy.
About two cups of that goes into the pot. Use the beer to scrape up any meaty bits from the bottom of the pan. Some call this “deglazing,” but I call it “scrumptifying.” I don’t call it that, I don’t know why I said that. I’m sorry. Sometimes I just say things. I might be drunk right now. YOU DON’T JUDGE ME.
Then, you want another two cups of liquid. Some manner of broth or stock or animal juices. Believe it or not, I didn’t have any beef or chicken stock on hand so I used vegetable stock (gasp!) and it really worked well. Like I said: two cups.
Return the meat gently to the pot. This isn’t the time to try to be a basketball star because if by some fortune you make the shot you will probably scald yourself and your pets with napalm broth. Sounds funny now, but it’s not funny.
Here’s where I add all the magical chili seasonings.
I don’t measure. Just assume I mean “use a whole lot of these spices.” (You will have an opportunity to add more later to adjust taste, by the way.)
I use:
Dark chili powder.
Cumin.
More garlic powder.
Now, the whole pot can go into the oven.
One hour per pound of meat.
Go do something while this happens. Do some karate. Train a zoo lemur to become a world-class pickpocket. Hang-glide into your neighbor’s yard, take a dump on the hood on their minivan, and bolt. You’ve got three or four hours to kill, so fill the temporal space wisely.
When the timer goes ding, return to your firecube and — USING YOUR BARE HANDS BECAUSE YOU ARE IMPERVIOUS TO HARM — lift the pot out of the oven.
What’s that? You’re not impervious to harm?
Pssh. You humans.
Whatever. Use potholders, you weak-fleshed stripling.
Rescue the meat from within the cauldron of bubbling red hell-broth. Place it on a cutting board or upon the back of your nearest captive adversary.
Put the pot of crimson deliciousness back on the stove and bring to a simmer.
The meat? You carve it how you like. It should be pull apart, so I mostly just peeled hunks away and coarsely chopped it before returning it to the blood-red slurry.
Once the meat is back in the broth, you also want to add:
Three cans of the beans of your choice.
I usually go with some kinda red kidney bean, black bean, and pinto bean.
Then I cut up a couple bell peppers — I don’t care what colors you choose, but green adds a nice color, and maybe an orange, or a yellow, or one of those hypercolor ones you find growing in the gardens of those mutant hill people out by Three Mile Island.
Then: couple squirts of ketchup, couple squirts of yellow mustard, several splashes of Worcestershire sauce. Then, after that, about 2-3 TBsp of apple cider vinegar.
Finally, one large-size can of crushed or diced tomatoes.
Season more to your taste. Salt, cumin, chili powder, whatever.
Once again bring to a simmer.
Cook for a half-hour, or until the pepper is soft, but not mushy.
Now, here’s the thing:
You’ll notice I haven’t made this spicy.
That’s because we have a toddler who doesn’t like spicy food. So, I add spice to my chili in the bowl, much as you might with a bowl of Pho. That being said, if your culinary behaviors are not imprisoned by the needs and wants of a tiny toddler person, feel free to zing it up in the pot. As you add the bell pepper, toss in some jalapenos and some red chili flake to taste.
Also: I add two more things to the bowl.
First: cheese.
Second: lime juice.
Cheese? Well, a nice sharp cheddar will do. Sharp enough to be used as a prison shiv.
The lime juice? That brightens this chili up. Gives it light and acid. (Not the kind of acid where it sizzles through the hull of your spaceship like the blood of a Xenomorph, so no worries there.)
Final comment: this chili tastes better after it’s had time to sit in the fridge overnight.
I don’t know why that is. I’m just going to assume dark magic is at work.
SO THERE YOU GO.
That’s the pot roast chili.
The meat is fall apart mmm.
The chili is savory and rich.
You will thank me.
Hopefully with cash. Cold, hard cash.
Courtney Cantrell says:
I am Jill’s complete abundance of approval concerning all of this.
December 16, 2013 — 12:08 AM
22pamela says:
Thank you. That sounds wonderful. Since I am fresh out of cash, and am assuming my credit is not good here…I will give you what some might refer to as ‘tit for tat’…please don’t take that literally…It just means, in good faith…I will return a recipe to you. Here goes…
Opal’s Famous Cheese Ball
3 blocks of cream cheese softened, 2 jars of Armour sliced dried beef (shredded into little bits 1/8″ x 1″…or so), 4 green onions chopped, 1 Tablespoon Accent’ seasoning. Reserve 1/4 of the shredded beef for topping. Mix all the rest together in a large mixing bowl, pour out onto a plate and shape into a ball, sprinkle reserved shredded beef on top. Refrigerate overnight. Serve with crackers and your favorite beer….Try and not make yourself sick because this is just that good! Enjoy and don’t blame me if you are the hit of the office Christmas/New Year’s Eve party. peaceloveandtrailerparks to you and yours….Nadine
December 16, 2013 — 2:13 AM
terribleminds says:
I will take any and all recipes flung at my head, thank you!
December 16, 2013 — 6:41 AM
Gary Brooks (@gbrooks1) says:
Garlic, onions, minced-beef, tomatoes, puree, beef stock, cumin, coriander, hot chilli, dark chocolate, cover, simmer, red peppers, red kidney beans, sour cream, bloating, boo-ya!
December 16, 2013 — 4:29 AM
Carl Sinclair says:
Sounds pretty damn epic to me Chuck. I would have had to hit it with plenty of chilli and spices though, my children be damned. They either live by the fire, or die! Okay, maybe not die… but you know… not eat my chilli.
I’ll try this out, once I turn all of your strange measurements and things into Australian terms. Bell Pepper one can only assume is a Capsicum… lord only knows what a pound is.
What is this ‘vegetable’ stock you speak of… is that like vegemite… must be… the only veggies that go near me.
*Disclaimer: Fairly certain there are no veggies in vegemite.
December 16, 2013 — 7:00 AM
Wendy Christopher says:
A pound is sixteen ounces, Carl – or in New Money about 450 grammes.
December 16, 2013 — 9:21 AM
Toni says:
Gah! Vegetable stock ≠ vegemite!! On the one-in-a-million chance you weren’t joking about that, may I suggest you google vegetable stock to see what the Australian equivalent might be. Or you could stick to chicken broth or beef broth (the liquid left after a chicken or piece of beef has cooked, plus water and some seasoning, often). The important thing is that it’s two more cups of liquid, flavored liquid.
Sorry if I overreacted because you were, in fact, cracking wise. I’d just hate for you to ruin your chili and/or roast because of a cultural translation issue.
December 19, 2013 — 6:17 AM
Matthew MacNish says:
I hope it was a Chuck Roast.
December 16, 2013 — 8:52 AM
gnashchick says:
WTF do you think you’re doing with beans? NO BEANS. You heretic! Beans do NOT belong in chili!! *slaps your hand with a spatula*
BAD BEANS. BAD.
December 16, 2013 — 9:28 AM
terribleminds says:
Lemme guess: Texan?
Beans are a great food. High in fiber and other benefits. I like chili with beans!
December 16, 2013 — 9:32 AM
Gnash Chick (@Gnashchick) says:
Damn right, I’m a Texan. I’ll defend my con carne bowl-of-red to the last woman standing! /grin
I hear there may be a little debate over the status of beans in chili.
I like beans, too. Nothing wrong with a giant pot of pintos dressed up with red chili powder, cumin, onions, tomatoes hominy, jalapenos served with fritos, cheese and a big spoonful of sour cream on top. That’s not chili, it’s Frito pie, and it’s fantastic food.
December 16, 2013 — 12:38 PM
Veronica says:
Sounds so yummy! We are chili hounds, and for the beer I tend to choose a nice lager or ale. Killian’s Red, or Harp, or lately we’ve used Blue Moon. All worthy choices for a beef chili.
Our abso-fave chili recipe, however, is a venison chili that uses red Zinfandel instead of beer. Get some venison steak from your nearest available hunter, cube that up and saute with the usual spices and a couple diced onions and four or five cloves of crushed garlic. Add any kind of roasted peeled peppers-we got kidlets too so we do a mix of Anaheim, sweet bell, and a couple spicier varieties. Add a cup of the red wine and two cups of beef stock and set that mix I n the crockpot for four hours on high. Then, add the beans. I like tomatoes as well–cubed–as they add a rich acidic note. Let cook another thirty minutes, and season to taste. We do a lot do bowl-side seasoning–kidlets, remember?
I tend to serve with raw onion, shredded cheddar and corn bread. We drink the rest of the Zin with the meal because it is phenomenal with spicy beef dishes (and grilled steaks, barbecue…).
December 16, 2013 — 9:39 AM
gina says:
I love Chill, great recipe thanks for sharing.
December 16, 2013 — 10:11 AM
Lee says:
Sounded great until you added the beans. Beans are evil.
You might try adding liquid smoke to that concoction. I have found it adds an awesome flavor to just about any kind of meat dish.
December 16, 2013 — 10:32 AM
terribleminds says:
Or: smoked bacon.
— c.
December 16, 2013 — 10:38 AM
Kate Sparkes says:
I am SO doing this tonight, thank you! No beer, though. I have none, and I live in Central Armpit, Middle of Nowhere, and cannot buy any good beer. *sigh*
But I could get wine…
December 16, 2013 — 11:02 AM
terribleminds says:
I put wine in most of my pot roast recipes, so one suspects it’ll work out well!
December 16, 2013 — 11:14 AM
Shae Connor says:
That whole “don’t cook with beer you wouldn’t drink” thing doesn’t work for me, as I am a HEATHEN and HERETIC and don’t like drinking beer. But I am perfectly willing to COOK with beer, so thank you for giving something semi-specific to go by. (I further suspect a good beer bread would be extra-awesome-nummy with this.)
December 16, 2013 — 11:34 AM
terribleminds says:
Oh, gods, beer bread with this chili — yeah. YEAH. Nom.
December 16, 2013 — 12:25 PM
Gareth Skarka says:
The “CHILI DOES NOT HAVE BEANS” purist crowd needs to take a deep breath and realize that ship has sailed. Most of the country uses beans, and calls it “chili.”
I know their pain. Most of the country eats the abomination-combo of spaghetti-sauce and “cheese blend” on top of a risen, bready crust and dares to call that PIZZA, in violation of all that is good and right in the universe… AND I JUST HAVE TO SIT THERE AND COPE WITH THEM BEING WRONG.
December 16, 2013 — 12:13 PM
terribleminds says:
You a NY slice kinda guy?
December 16, 2013 — 12:24 PM
Courtney Cantrell says:
The only true pizza in the world originates from a tiny pizzeria called Da Nando, run by Italians, in the small town of Moerfelden, Germany.
Gareth, I KNOW YOUR PAIN.
December 16, 2013 — 12:43 PM
Gareth Skarka says:
Indeed. I am willing to make allowances that proper pizza can be made outside of NY, but care must be taken in both process and ingredients.
I have been blessed in that a pizzeria using traditional gear and a NY-based ingredient supplier operates here in the benighted wilds of Kansas, but still must grit my teeth when locals come in and ask “Do you do a Pan Supreme?”
MY STRUGGLE IS REAL.
December 16, 2013 — 12:54 PM
Gnash Chick (@Gnashchick) says:
Clearly, food fights all just boil down to a big thick sloppy pile of cultural identity.
December 16, 2013 — 12:40 PM
Gareth Skarka says:
Pretty much. I’ve seen perfectly stable Frenchmen lose their shit when somebody uses the word “Champagne” to refer to a California Sparkling White.
December 16, 2013 — 12:56 PM
sullivan102013 says:
Veggie heads can still make great chili! It’s just that we don’t have to explain that there isn’t a human head in our meal. -A veggie head
December 16, 2013 — 2:36 PM
terribleminds says:
Definitely some great veggie chili recipes out there.
This just ain’t one of ’em.
🙂
December 16, 2013 — 2:38 PM
Patrick O'Duffy says:
I am intrigued by this and will attempt to follow suit once it’s not a million freaking degrees in the kitchen.
December 16, 2013 — 3:22 PM
Heather says:
I hate recipe books, but if you wrote one I’d buy it! By the way, my husband said you need to stop offending llamas!
December 16, 2013 — 4:37 PM
Dani says:
If you substitute venison for the pot roast, it’s much better. (And about the only way I eat venison.) But otherwise it sounds like an awesome chili recipe. I hope it was yummy!
December 16, 2013 — 6:42 PM
terribleminds says:
I am not a huge fan of venison (we used to raise whitetail as pets) — that said, we used to raise elk as pets too, and they were dickheads, and also, DELICIOUS.
December 16, 2013 — 9:22 PM
Jessica says:
How the actual hell do you get your kid to eat what you cook? SmallChild over here turns up her nose at almost everything.
December 16, 2013 — 8:37 PM
Jen Donohue says:
Lately I’ve been doing crock pot chili, regardless of meat (pot roast, chicken, venison, have a bear loin in the freezer right now waiting to be chilified). Set it up in the morning, shred the meat at the end of the day when I get home from work.
December 16, 2013 — 9:27 PM
Jen says:
I love this ! So much better than what some food bloggers write, IDK, maybe because they’re not amazinggg profeshunel writers. Most of what these “foodies” write consists of either:
“Yeah like this chili is so tasty and yummy and OMG! Lovveee!!1!”
or:
“The aromatic aromas wafted around my sleek, modernist kitchen with the romanticism of Aladdin on his magic carpet while I dutifully stirred the pot of wholesome vegetables borne of humanely treated earth and tender, morally sound grass–oh and some chunks of slaughtered cattle–all while dusting the bubbling amalgamation with the finest chilies and salts, primarily of Himalayan origin…”
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So thank you for this post. Much appreciated. (and let’s hope food bloggers can learn something, like how to specify the bitterness of beer or sharpness of cheese or whatever else…)
🙂
December 16, 2013 — 9:53 PM
Paul Brimmer says:
Bless you for calling for 2 cups of beer in this recipe! Bless you, you are a saint!
Related, 2/3 of a fat tire amber ale guilt-free at midday makes me magnanimous.
December 17, 2013 — 3:28 PM
ari lessiers says:
Any ideas for those of us who are allergic to Gluten and therefore cannot partake of BEER. (Gluten free beer is probably worse than Bud)
December 17, 2013 — 8:39 PM
Patrick Regan says:
You want to go for some kind of flavorful liquid here – something that’s going to add deliciousness to your roast/chilli that’ll make for a nice stew base. Red wine is probably going to clash with the spices…
You know what? This is gonna sound nuts, but if you want booze, try some white wine. Very similar, if a bit fruitier. You can probably also get some seriously beefy results if it’s all beef broth and some Worcestershire sauce.
December 17, 2013 — 11:48 PM
Carl Sinclairar says:
Don’t be allergic to beer. That would be my advice my old friend Ari.
December 17, 2013 — 8:50 PM