Cincinnati 5-way chili
This morning I headed out of Charleston pretty quick as I had a lot of ground to cover. I drove back through Columbia and then all the way up around Atlanta to Roswell, GA, home of my old high school and college buddy, Brian.
Brian was home with his two daughters as his wife was busy at work. Ouch, house husbandry! But I guess it all works out. Brian's wife is a flight attendant, and he's a pilot, so they take their turns home with the kids.
After an impressive Georgia thunderstorm dampened the afternoon, we blew-off our mountain bike ride, popped a few beers and then Brian's wife, Tanya, made it home. With that we popped one of my now infamous bottles of Biltmore wine and Brian whipped up a batch of Cincinnati 5-way chili.
Five-way chili? I've heard of the girl with the four-way hips, but 5-way chili?
Don't ask.
Brian was home with his two daughters as his wife was busy at work. Ouch, house husbandry! But I guess it all works out. Brian's wife is a flight attendant, and he's a pilot, so they take their turns home with the kids.
After an impressive Georgia thunderstorm dampened the afternoon, we blew-off our mountain bike ride, popped a few beers and then Brian's wife, Tanya, made it home. With that we popped one of my now infamous bottles of Biltmore wine and Brian whipped up a batch of Cincinnati 5-way chili.
Five-way chili? I've heard of the girl with the four-way hips, but 5-way chili?
Don't ask.
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