The situation: I got off late from work. P is going out this night drinking with friends and is leaving soon. I have half an hour to get sufficient amounts of food in P's belly to combat the irresponsibly large quantities of beer he will consume and then try to ride his bike back home.
My solution: Half hour chili with beans. I browned the beef while frantically chopping the celery, onion and peppers. I got it all in the pot with seasonings and added the canned tomatoes, black beans and chicken stock. Dinner accomplished.
I have no control over circumstance but at least I'll know that I did my best to counter the effects of the damage done tonight.
And don't you know after all that, this son of a so and so says to me that he doesn't want chili because it may mess with his stomach! DOH! Oh right because 20 beers and shots of whiskey are like a milky coating....
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