Well, I was getting ready to head to the range to get some chrony readings for a .223 load I wanted to try, and then some thunderstorms rolled through. Damn. Took the power out, which is why the blog was down. Power is back on now, and I’m making a three bean chili. At least the parts of it that didn’t end up on the floor.
See, Bitter opened up the cans for me, but I didn’t know she had one of those safety can openers. You know, the ones that open the can from the side rather than from the top. So about and hour later, I go to pick up the can of crushed tomatoes, and my brain failed to register “open can!” so I proceeded to spill the contents all over the floor, the stove, and myself. Ooops.
Anyways, for dinner tonight, Chili, Texas toast, and cheap beer.
UPDATE: I loved the Chili, beans and all. Bitter considers beans in Chili to be sacrilidge. To avoid reigniting The Civil War, we decided that we could cut out some of the beans and add more meat. It’s a compromise we can hopefully live with.