Many years ago, I had a white chili at someone else’s house and fell in love with it.
As with most first loves, any attempt at love after that is never the same again. It doesn’t make it bad by any means and often times it can be so much better even, but you’ll never recreate the feeling of that first one.
That’s how my relationship with white chili is. I have tried making it myself several times. I have ordered it at restaurants. And it’s “okay” but it’s not the same.
I actually really enjoyed this particular chili (sorry, don’t know which recipe I used, though!), but it still didn’t have the heat of that first white chili I tried. That’s even with me having the second bowl down there with all that added pepper, in addition to it already having plenty of spice in it, plus onions.
At least they were all smiling, right?
I make smiley faces in my food all the time, but sometimes, they’re naturally occurring. Let’s give a round of applause for all the unaltered food (and cooking stuff!) faces out there.
Or something corny like that. ><