“What the hell is this?” I exclaimed after the waitress set
down a bowl of what looked nothing like I had ordered.
“That’s chili, Rita. It’s what you ordered,” my roommate
answered as if I may have forgotten what I actually had ordered and as if she were trying to calm me.
“Oh,” I mumbled as I added a few crackers still a little
confused by the plain bowl in front of me. The look on my face must still have
been shock because my roommate then said, “What’s the problem? Never had chili before?”
“No, I’ve had chili before, just not this kind of chili,
does it have a special name?”
“No, it’s chili, plain and simple.”
Plain and simple was right.
That was not chili to me. The
chili my mom always made for my family had macaroni in it. She had a talent for chili and it has always
been a favorite of mine.
I told my
roommate that it was different than what I was used to and I described what
chili was to me. “Basically the same,” I
said, “but with kidney beans and noodles!”
“Oh, you
mean chili mac. That’s good too!”
My
whole world was shattered in that moment.
Chili Mac? No…Chili. That stuff here was just boring.
I still
break out my mom’s recipe on occasion but to avoid confusion when I invite my
friends over, I change the name.
“Wanna come
over for some Chili Mac?”
Haha, at potlucks in Wausau there was always chili and my moms was the only one without macaroni. Everyone though she was crazy.
ReplyDeleteYup. Wisconsin chili was a huge change for us. I still don't put macaroni in chili.
ReplyDeleteI have never eaten chili with macaroni in it. My Mom would put kidney beans in our sloppy joes and I always liked them. I want to do it in the ones I make now but my kids would not eat them if I did.
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