Beef, Black Bean, and Chorizo Chili
Okay, so it's not the season for chili, but I just wanted another meal I could throw in the slow cooker and call it a day. So, while the sun is shining and the daffodils are finishing their blooms, I am packing the All-Clad with beans and sausage and chiles and tucking in to a bowl laden with sour cream, cheddar cheese, and green onions. Growing up, I found that chili and/or nachos signified the weekend. On Saturdays at my dad's house in northern Illinois, we would make a giant tray of nachos or a pot of chili and he would turn on a baseball or football or (rarely) basketball game. Dad would settle into the couch, and I would sit on the floor, picking black olives off the nachos or adding cheddar cheese to my chili. Inevitably, he would fall asleep, and I would pick up my homework. But about five minutes before the end of a game, he would jerk awake, tussle my hair, chastise me for not watching the game, and pretend that he was watching it all along....