Some Like It Hot

Some Like It Hot

Many of us are already missing the summer sun. With September blowing in cooler evenings, it is time to start weeding through comfort food recipes. I am not the most favored person in the kitchen; I really do not like to cook. I do, however, like to eat. So, my appetite implements the ncessity to enter one of my least favorite areas of home: the kitchen.

I have to change my perspective upon entering. I remind myself that brownies are made in that black hole of an oven; cocoa may be warmed in that insidious box called a microwave and if I use the stovetop I can warm my hands simultaneously.

Standing by the stove waiting for water to boil and thawing my fingers, I slip into summer's past. To soothe my anxiety over culinary chaos, I dream of days gone by.

Moonstruck over the midsummer races in Julesburg, Colorado, I am already missing the thunderous roar of American-made muscle cars. Especially, my boss's 1981 Chevy Camaro with a throbbing 327 engine, boosting 380horsepower. A hot-rod with a four-speed transmission, Hooker headers, and shimmering silver paint accented with obsidian black racing stripes. Built for the track, my heart pumps petroleum thing of the speed machin that sports 3" exhaust, line locks, and a 411 Posse rear end.

Envisioning classy chassis, I recall the awesome display of the male physique sourtesy of Levi's jeans. My mind shifts to the rear ends of hard working, construction workers diligently repairing streets and highways. A casual pair of good-fittting jeans is sexy hot! Levi's are another symbol of America. Originally manufactured in San Francisco, California, and later outsourced to overseas companies. I associate the brand through the male species that weat them, however, the brand is know for its shrink-to-fit sizing, durability, and global popularity.

The shine of chrome bounces from the trim of Harley Davidson motorcycles. Fresh from a ride around Horse Tooth Reservoir. Open air, pulsating motors, and beautiful views. Riding in the wind is a perfect way to enjoy a dog day. (will add picture later)

Chauffeuring my dog, Josie the Outlaw, to wherever she wants to go. Bothe windows rolled down, the music loud. Hitting the highway on the road to nowhere. I picture it like yesterday, her black on blond hair blowing in the wind, my dyed blonde hair with black roots blowing in the wind. Her onyx lined eyes squinted against the breeze, my purposely lined eyes watering fom the dust. Her tonque protruding happily, my tonque protruding happily (looking at hotties along the road). We make quite the pair.

The blurp, blurp, blurp of a slow boil brings me back into reality. The aroma of slow roasted garlic feels the air and I ponder why I do not treat myself to home-style sustenance ore often.
My horror is over and I have created and American-made, ethnically inspired, hot chili to warm the heart and soul.

I used 8 fresh tomatoes from a neighbor's garden. I pureed all in a food processor. I had one steak and one pork chop I extracted from the freezer. I boiled both in water to thaw and cook quickly. I add meat tenderizer to the water in order to produce tenderness. I spray Pam in my crock-pot for easy cleanup and add tomato mixture. I take 1 jalapeno, 2 green chilies,and 2 cloves. I spin the food processor and add to tomato mixture. I add 1 chicken boullion cube, 1 dash of salt, 1 dash of pepper, and 2 shakes of chili powder. I remove meats form stovetop and cube steak and pork. I add meat to the crock-pot and cook on low for 1 hour. I add 1/3 cup of water and slow cook for another hour.