Cap'n Randy is a friend of mine, this was written by a copilot of his once.
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Cap'n Randy's Texas Chili
1985, Maxwell Power
"Cut up some chuck roast, and pork of some kind. . .'bout a pound or so of each", said he as we climbed over the San Bernardino mountains, bound for Minneapolis from LA "Throw
in some venison too, if you can find any, and better toss in some bacon too. Don't worry 'bout the fat. (He knows that I do so - see the end.) "Brown it all up, and toss it in a crock
pot." "Toast in some chilies, and be careful not to get it on your skin!" A tale followed about why not to get it on your skin. "Chop up some green onions, and some white onions and
some yellow ones too, if you like." "Cooking wine . . . yeah, red seems to work best."
Randy has a way of wincing and slowly shifting his gaze into the flight instruments as if looking for an answer when I do something wrong. As the co-pilot, I am expected by tradition
to do something wrong - occasionally. The captain will then catch this mistake and we will both reaffirm our positions, he as master and I as apprentice. He winces when I cautiously
ask about the "Rebel Yell". After the customary period of silence, meant to enhance my suffering, a chuckle follows. "Sour mash". . . "Just a cup or so - for flavor. It all cooks out."
Then there are Rotel tomatoes, and cherry tomatoes . . . any other ones too, if y'like." He talks slow, and has the habit of pausing in his speech like Big Jake, so it takes over an hour
for him to finish. We're over Alamosa, the Rockies all covered with thick new snow, and he continues. "Red tomatoes, Rotel tomatoes . . . they're a special kind; mushrooms, beef
bouillon, bay leaves, garlic, thyme, celery, cayenne pepper, and cumin . . . yeah, l-o-t-s of cumin!" We're over the prairies now, and I'm salivating as I write between ATC frequency
changes. "Thicken it up some with some masa flour, if you can find any . . . y'know that bleu cheese back there that the passengers won't eat?" "Well, throw some of that in there too
. . . and some molasses." "Molasses?" He must be kidding, so I ask if he's serious, and what about the beans?" I catch the wince, and I know instantly I've crossed the boundaries
of good taste. Then, the slow chuckle . . . "Boy, ain't no beans in real Texas chili!"
Rebel Yell
1# Chuck roast (brown in skillet)
1# pork (brown in skillet)
1/2# venison (brown in skillet)
1/2# side pork (brown in skillet)
Several cut up fresh tomatoes
1/4 cup molasses
Toasted chilies (toast in skillet)
Cayenne pepper
Several beef bouillon cubes
4 cans Rotel tomatoes
Thyme
Bunch of cut up green onions
Bunch of cut up celery
1 or 2 cut up onions
Hunk of bleu cheese
Cumin (lots)
Red cooking wine
Few bay leaves
Garlic
1# cut up fresh mushrooms
Chili powder
Simmer for several hours. Cool off outside or refrigerate overnight. Lift congealed fat off the top and discard.