It's chili night! That phrase brings many happy memories to me. Being one in a family of seven can make eating an issue. My mother learned early how to feed a hoard of kids cheaply. As a result her chili tended to be soupier than I like it now but it is still a happy memory. The first chili I made after leaving home was thick enough to stand a spoon in. I have also come to like a bit more spice in it than mom put in hers. She was making sure bellies were full and tomato juice and crackers are good for that. What she accomplished in flavor and content did serve its purpose. I think that it can be built on though.
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