I Can Smell It!

I can almost smell Fall. It is in the 60s, pouring rain and I have a few windows cracked open with less fear of the TERRIBLE pollen coming in since the rain is pounding it into obliteration!

To top it off Chili and Rice is on the menu. Since Chad is gone I splurged and got the turkey chili he is not a huge fan of (my man likes his COW!) and brown rice. Every time I make this meal I think of our early days of dating. Within the first two weeks of dating he cooked me supper (which was typical for us), it was Chili and Rice. "Um, WHAT?" Was all I could say when he served it to me on his little ottoman we used as our table. See, I grew up with Chili over hamburger buns or bread or just plain out of a BOWL! He on the other hand became accustom to Chili and Rice while living in Hawaii (tough place to spend high school years, huh?!?!). I tentatively ate it that first night he gave it to me and I can honestly say I was HOOKED!

Now Chili and RICE (not any form of bread) is served in our home with lots of Tabasco (though that is on the side now that we have kiddos). It is THE meal for us that ushers in the Fall season and the long, dark, chilly evenings.

Can you smell it? The Chili over Rice and the crisp Fall air? I can...

*Back to the reality of living in Missouri tomorrow when the temperatures return to the upper 80s and plentiful sun mixed with a random thunder storm here or there... at least for another month.