no one eats the same chili at my house
I fix the best chili I can
But my family has to doctor it up
One of my daughter adds cinnamon
Something she learned
When grandma accidentally used it
Instead of chili powder
My son has to dump a pound of cheese on the top
My husband motions for him to hand the rest of the cheese over.
The little one whines that he does not like chili
Unless we have potato chips, which he uses instead of crackers.
I fish a tiny baggie of chips out of the laundry room.
I had been hiding it from his siblings.
I cannot complain because at this moment
I am tearing up sixteen jalapenos to go into my own chili.
If I put them into the big pot no one else would eat.
How we got this way is anyone’s guess.
“Do we have any cottage cheese?” My other son asks.
Apparently when he ate at Johnny’s house they put that into their chili.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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