I will admit, I was a picky eater growing up. And while I am trying to expand my “gourmet palette,” it took a while to like chili. Can I just say, chili beans. I didn’t like them in any way, shape or form.
A few years ago, I worked as a food editor for a newspaper. I LOVED it, but a lot of people went to a lot of trouble to fix food for me. I was compelled by reasonably good manners (and let’s just say I had to say that to myself every time) to eat what was prepared for me. (The voice of my mother and both grandmothers resonating through my head.) Eventually, I had to eat a bowl of chili. At first, I just picked around the beans. After the next couple of times, I like it. I do not cook it, but I have grown to LOVE IT! (This is also from a girl who would not eat pizza until high school.) Continue reading →