As the Winter Solstice descended on this land in 2016, daily air temperature became colder and this blogger's thoughts turned to chili AKA "a bowl of red" in local parlance. Supposedly a true "bowl of red" contained only meat (chili con carne). Anything else, espeically with beans (chili con frijoles) was not true to the Lone Star ethos. However, this blogger ordered chili on a chilly late afternoon in a fried chicken joint. The bowl came with a plate of optional additions, diced onions, slices of jalapeño peppers, and shredded cilantro. leaves. The obvious thing was the contined both meat (carne) and pinto beans (frijoles).. The blogger ate the bowl and did not turn into a pillar of salt. After the holidays, the blogger is going to his nearest Tex-Mex reetaurant to have a bowl of chili con frijoles Will the blogger be struck blind? Stay tuned. If this is a (fair & balanced). question of Lone Star cuisine, so be it.
Cook Like A Texanist
By David Courtney
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If you are reading this, the world must not have come to an end after all. I am especially relieved. Because if the final ruination of all mankind had occurred, it would have been yours truly who would have been blamed. See, curiosity recently got the best of me, and I did one of the most unspeakably un-Texan things a Texan could ever do. I made a big ol’ pot of chili. With beans.
Oh, put the rope away. And don’t try to tell me you haven’t wondered what would happen yourself. Every Texan has had the no-beans-in-chili mantra so thoroughly drilled into him that we presume, en masse, to have been born with the knowledge that chili, at least Texas chili, or real chili, as it is referred to around these parts, includes nary one bean among its ingredients. Ever. But why is this? And what happens when it does?
Chili con carne originated in Texas and is, to the disappointment of barbecue enthusiasts everywhere, the official state dish. Indeed, steaming bowls of red were being served on the plazas of old San Antonio way back in the nineteenth century by women we’ve come to know as the Chili Queens. The historical record tells us that these maiden chilis didn’t have beans. Thus, neither have subsequent batches. But the resolution dubbing chili our state dish, which gives a nod to the Queens, did not codify any specific recipe, or even make mention of beans at all. The fact is, unless you’re a contestant in a cookoff, where beans are considered “filler” and are strongly frowned upon, there exists no official ban on beans.
The recipe I’ve used for decades is a hybrid, based partly on that of famed Dallas newspaperman and chili buff Frank X. Tolbert, who penned the seminal chili book, A Bowl of Red, in 1953, and partly on my memory of my dad’s unwritten recipe. I break it out about the time of the first cool snap and utilize it throughout the winter. It does not call for beans. And for the record, I had, until this exploratory batch, never once cooked a pot of chili with beans. Ever.
So when the idea for this experiment first struck me, I wondered how a person would even undertake such a mixture. I turned to trusted cookbooks for a chili-with-beans recipe, to no avail. A look at the internet offered only strange Midwestern formulas that included beans but also weird components like minced bell pepper and a celery stalk. What are we making here, fajitas and Bloody Marys? I was on my own.
But having been warned against my plan by friends (“Have you lost your mind?”), colleagues (“We’re going to get a lot of letters”), culinarians (“The beans will turn to mush”), and my beloved wife (“You’re an idiot!”), I was a little worried. Would the beans really turn to mush? My inner gastronome told me to keep it simple, so I decided to go with canned beans, which I would add late in the process, hoping they would hold their form.
My trip to the grocery store was fraught. As I filled my basket with three pounds of lean chuck, beef suet, dried anchos, fresh garlic, and cumin seed (if you don’t already roast and crush your own cumin, the Texanist highly recommends that you start), my palms began to sweat. I almost chickened out but then pulled myself together at a tray of cheese samples before pressing onward to the beans. I had settled on pintos, thinking they were a better option than kidney, black, or—yuck—navy. Eden Organic Pinto Beans (no salt added) looked to be a contender. Until, that is, I examined the listed ingredients. Organic pinto beans. Okay. Water. Okay. Kombu seaweed. What the #%*@?! Seaweed, although not as expressly disparaged as the beans themselves, felt like an abomination too far. I went with another high-dollar, low-sodium, no-seaweed brand. And then picked up a box of saltines, an onion, cheddar cheese, and a few fresh jalapeños for garnishment. And a six-pack of Mexican suds to wash it all down.
As I waited in the checkout line, my panic returned. Here I am with a cart full of provisions that are obviously about to be made into a delicious Texas-style chili. So what’s with the beans? “Sir, do you realize that you have included beans among all of your chili fixings?” “Can I get a manager to register nine?” I started fidgeting, scratching the back of my neck, and glancing at my watch a lot. I put my sunglasses on. I must have looked like a criminal, though neither the checker nor the sacker raised even one eyebrow. Still, I felt dirty all the way home.
While cooking, I kept rationalizing to myself that although traditional Texas chili is a simple and unadulterated potion in its preparation, it is very often enhanced post-preparation. See chili dogs, Frito pies, decorated eggs, chili rice, smothered enchiladas, chili-cheese fries, et cetera. I had nothing to apologize for or be ashamed of. But I hesitated when the time came to add the beans. I questioned the whole endeavor. The missus stood over me and chimed in, “You’re going to ruin it.” Sweat beaded on my forehead. Was I about to wreck a perfectly good pot of chili?
In the end, the chili with beans turned out real nice—with intact beans. Mrs. Texanist, initially so against my plan, was duly impressed, and the adolescent girl Texanist enjoyed it as much as a thirteen-year-old can enjoy anything put in front of her that isn’t Snapchat. I’m not ashamed to say it: This was some good chili.
Adding beans may be disqualifying on the cookoff circuit and distasteful to chiliheaded purists, but it turns out that it’s not at all as calamitous as you had imagined. The truth is, chili with beans is aromatic, piquant, and delicious, just like chili ought to be. ###
[David Courtney joined Texas Monthly in October 2005 and in July 2007 debuted his wildly popular advice column,"The Texanist." In January 2010 "The Texanist" was promoted to the back page where it is regularly the magazine’s most read feature. Courtney received a BA (English) from The University of Texas at Austin.]
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