Keep Your Turkey Away from my Chili!

There's this guy in the office who eats chili every day. OK, he may not eat it every day, but he eats it so often that if I smell chili reheating in the microwave, I assume he's nearby.

His chili smells really good, and one day I asked him for his recipe. He told me his recipe wasn't authentic, and Ireplied that I didn't believe there was such a thing as an authentic chili recipe. But then he told me that his was made with ground turkey and lima beans, and I changed my mind.

Then again, I eat lentil soup that tastes like dirty water.

Anyways, Spousal Unit bought organic, free-range, antibiotic-free, all-natural, old cow ground beef the other day. I asked him if, for the love of all that was good and true, he could, for once, not insist on making spaghetti with meat sauce with it. He asked what I suggested, and I suggested chili with black beans.

Spousal Unit hates black beans -- but he loves lima beans, ironically enough -- but he made it anyways. I brought the leftovers for lunch. He made himself a turkey sandwich instead.

Not authentic, but lima-bean-free.

The Acid Burn of Tomato Soup

Occasionally a tech writer has to get together with another tech writer to bitch about tech writer things.  Things like, "How was I supposed to know that I had to document that pressing F2 in Workspace Mode would cause a fire if nobody bothered telling me?!"  

In a totally unrelated note, I'm glad we had our office fire safety training last week.

Anyhoo.

When tech writers need to bitch, they need appropriate food.  They need a food that will enhance their acid tongues.  Foods like tomato and chickpea soup:  red, acidic, hot.  They then need to regain their strength with tasty sandwiches of roast beef and chicken with garlic aïoli and lime avocado sauce.  Sometimes they need to cool down with a light, crisp salad.  

In any case, once they're done their lunch, they have renewed energy and will postpone their plans to quit it all and move to Whitehorse, where they can sit with other writers in midnight sun cafés.

Instead, they'll go back to the office, make themselves an espresso and chase it with a chocolate chip cookie from the snack cupboard.