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Wednesday, December 13, 2006


My Darling Wife and I often call ourselves “Pioneers.”

It’s almost true. No, we didn’t arrive on the Mayflower or strike out across North America in a prairie schooner. But we are among the first people to resettle this part of the city--a part of town where the closest restaurant is a pizza wagon parked in the driveway of a still-shuttered gas station, and where there are still more people living in FEMA travel trailers than in their houses.

This “pioneer” spirit teamed up with a run of cold weather recently to inspire me to cook a pot of “Sons of the Pioneers” chili.

It was a frigid, windy night last week when I decided to play frontiersman. I had to improvise some of it. I don’t own a hat or saddle, and I substituted a propane stove for an open campfire, and two domestic cats for horses.

But that’s not what it’s all about. Our here, it’s the grub that counts! So I started with Carroll Shelby’s Chili Kit, a can of diced tomatoes and two pounds of lean ground beef.

Carroll Shelby's Chili Mix

I can’t exactly say I made a big pot of chili because we don’t really have any “big pots” in the trailer, but I pulled out the biggest I could find and I started browning the meat over the open flame.

Cooking chili in a FEMA travel trailer

I added the spices and flour paste as directed on the package. Because of our hypersensitive smoke alarms, I had the hood fan blowing the whole time. Still, somehow the trailer managed to fill up with that beefy, spicy chili aroma.

To really get into the mood, I put on a “Sons of the Pioneers” cd while I cooked and ate.

Sons of the Pioneers CD

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
And I sing the songs in the cowboy band
I know all the songs that the cowboys know
About the big corral where the doggies go
'Cuz I learned 'em all on the radio
Yipee-yi-O-kie-yay! Yipee-yi-O-kie-yay!

Okay, so it’s not real cowboy music. The Sons of the Pioneers, whose most famous member was Roy Rogers, are actually Hollywood cowboys. But that’s okay, because I’m not a real pioneer either. Besides, that’s not what counts here. In New Orleans, it’s always about the food.

And lemme tell ya--it was good vittles!

7 comment(s):

This cowgirl is envious -- looks yummy!

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12/14/2006 12:13 PM  

I guess we're nearly neighbors pardner.

When you moved yer wagon in I didn't see the smoke from your fire so I didn't recon how close you were.

I went lookin' fer yer wagon t'other day, but didn't run across it.

Mosey on by sometime, when we git the 'lectricity fixed.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12/14/2006 3:01 PM  

That post reads like the post of a man who had a few beers with his chili.


Laurie a/k/a Miss New Orleans

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12/15/2006 7:01 AM  

I'm venturing a guess that the wind blows right on through your trailer. *sigh*

Tim, if you are not an indomitable spirit, there has never been one! Oooooo-weee! And ye can cook, too!

By Anonymous Sophmom, at 12/15/2006 9:17 AM  

Beer? You betcha! Abita Restoration Ale!



By Blogger Tim, at 12/15/2006 3:05 PM  

yoddeling hollywood cowboys rock.

it's one of my fondest childhood memories of summers with my grandparents in the ozarks.

thanks for bringing that back today.

By Anonymous rickngentilly, at 12/16/2006 1:40 AM  

A perfect meal: chili and abita beer!

By Blogger judyb, at 12/17/2006 7:22 AM  

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