Just a heads up to all the cool kids out there: tonight is meat-eater pajama night. Pull out your best shark or dino jammies and wear them with a growl. The boys have declared this special occasion, and Jane and I are struggling to find suitable attire. Joe let me know that because my pregnant body looks like a mastodon, it's sort of irrelevant whether or not my pajamas look tough. That's no help to Jane, though.
To get back at my husband for saying I look like a mastodon, I am going to post about the pot of chili he made tonight. When Joe goes "gourmand" nearly every dish in the cabinets is used. Did you know that it takes six frying pans to brown the meat for a pot of chili? I didn't either. I wouldn't complain about this, because he made a pot big enough to feed a family of ten for a month, and it's full of very nice ingredients like black beans, chorizo, and chipotle peppers. The downside is, he got carried away with the de arbol peppers and the outcome is inedible. All the kids were crying around the dinner table, and even Joe had to wipe the sweat off his bald spot in between bites. Anyone know how to neutralize peppers in a sauce? If not, we're making a tax deductible chili donation to the soup kitchen. This dish wasn't cheap.