They also write, who only cook and wait

[desperance]

This morning I am waiting in for a package. It might be my old passport, returned; it might be my new passport delivered; it might be my passport application rejected. It might be none of the above. I do not know.

What we all know, I am no good at waiting in. I am frustrated; apparently, whatever work I need to be doing today, I cannot conceivably do it at home, no. I desperately need to be out of here.

So, I am preparing a big pot of chilli-with-meatballs; and doing it in the slow cooker, which allows me to take all the time I like. So I virtuously boiled the soaked kidney beans for ten minutes, though it might have been more like twenty, to kill off the bad things lurking inside before I gave them to the pot. Then I added sliced onion, carrot and celery. Then smoked garlic and birds-eye chillies, a chipotle and hot smoked paprika. Now I'm pondering, what goes next. And watching the clock, wondering where this damn package is. And like that.

Comments

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Umm, any or all of those. Probably all, before I get to the bottom of the pot... (Except perhaps the grated cheese, unless Friends descend: I myself have never quite worked out the point of the cheese-and-chilli combination.)

There isn't exactly a recipe, I'm more or less making things up as I go along (the slow cooker is quite new to me too). I will post a separate How I Did It This Time entry, though. With comments, how I could do it better next time.