“Arctic Blast” that personifies one of the primary reasons I am ready to flee the Northeast.
Tuesday night just after 9:30p, it’s below freezing, with a “real feel” of 22 degrees. Oh, how lovely. So I am armed and ready, preparing my consummate “winter” comfort food: a giant pot of homemade chili, complete with kidney beans, pinto beans, corn, tomato sauce, plenty of spices—and this time, fresh STEAK chopped into bite-size pieces. Cheddar cheese is at the ready for the topping.