Anthony's Chun-ky Chili

In November, the first day when the air smells cold, the first time you put mittens on for the season, turn the seat heat on in the car, when the chill in the air reminds you winter is around the corner—and you're actually excited about that fact—something stirs in us Midwesterners. Even though we know we have the next five (or six?) months to gorge ourselves with steaming soups and warm our frostbitten fingers on mugs of hot cocoa, there's something about that first chill at the end of the fall that has us eagerly anticipating winter—even if just for a moment. On that very day back in November, Anthony and I were pining for a hearty bowl of chili. We had never made chili before, so we quickly Googled a recipe on our way to Trader Joe's and decided that the New York Times recipe we stumbled upon would do the job in a pinch.

Well, I must admit—I've never made this recipe before myself. Anthony whipped it up that first chilly night, making it his own, and ever since then, it has been his baby. He found the original recipe a bit bland, so he introduced more spices, swapping in and out a few ingredients here and there until it was in the Goldilocks zone—justttt right. I can't even count the number of times I've had it in the last few months, including four nights in a row earlier this week. (Yes, it's that good.)

In the short time since the inception of Anthony's Chun-ky Chili (he gets credit for that name too, not me) we—I mean he has also made it for multiple guests, including a nineteen-month-old who ate it right up (I'm looking at you, MC!). The recipe is highly requested by our visitors, to the point that I would dare say Anthony's chili is already famous. It can be cooked in a crockpot, but it's faster and just as easy to whip up on a stove top in a dutch oven. This chili can be made with ground turkey or beef, served for lunch or dinner, in November or March, or any time in between. And of course, it's no coincidence I'm posting this just in time for the Superbowl next weekend! (Spoiler to my Bible study: this is what we're serving at our Superbowl party.) So whether you're making it at the first sign of the season or for the Superbowl in the bleak of winter, this chili is sure to be a winner.

Anthony's Chun-ky Chili

Adapted from New York Times

Ingredients:

Olive Oil

2 pounds ground turkey (or beef)

2 cups coarsely chopped onions (usually 2 medium, or 1 large onion)

2 tablespoons chopped garlic (~4 cloves)

1 large sweet red pepper

1 cup copped celery (2-3 stalks)

1 cored, and finely chopped jalapeno

3 cups canned diced tomatoes (technically 24 oz, but cans usually come in 14 oz & 28oz)

2 cups chicken broth

1 can pinto beans

1 can black beans

1 tablespoon oregano

salt & pepper to taste

mild version:

3 tablespoons chili powder, 2 teaspoons cumin

spicy version:

4 tablespoons chili powder, 3 teaspoons cumin

extras:

cheddar cheese, cilantro, Greek yogurt/sour cream

Preparation:

15 min prep | 15 min cook time

1) Chop veggies first & place in a large bowl: Onion, red pepper, celery, garlic, and jalapeno. Careful with the jalapeno...use plastic wrap or paper towel to avoid getting on hands.

2) Heat the oil over high heat in a large heavy pot and add the turkey meat. Cook until lightly browned, about 5 minutes, chopping down and stirring with the side of a heavy kitchen spoon to break up any lumps.

3) Add the veggies: onions, garlic, sweet pepper, celery, jalapeno pepper

4) Add spices: oregano, chili powder and cumin. Stir to blend well. Test for desired spiciness...add chili powder & cumin to taste. Cook for 5 minutes.

5) Add the tomatoes, chicken broth, salt and pepper. Bring to a boil, reduce heat and simmer, stirring occasionally, for 15 minutes.

6) Drain the beans, add and cook, stirring occasionally, for 10 minutes longer.

7) Serve in bowls with cheddar cheese, and yogurt/sour cream and cilantro, if desired

Blackberry Bumble Bars

As I sit here and smell the warm, summery scent of blackberry pie fill our cozy apartment, I'm reminded of one of my fondest college memories. My six college roommates and I had our favorite professor, Professor Wright, over for dinner. Professor Wright's class was, fittingly, a small writing seminar. She was an eccentric yet elegant woman, who looked something like Lady Gaga and Donatella Versace to me. She had been highly recommended by an older teammate, and I refused to take this writing seminar until I had her as my professor. Unlike many professors who seemed to enjoy teaching us one thing and testing us on another, Professor Wright's class was hard, but fair. She taught us grammar and writing in such a way that it should be compulsory for all students to take her class. I still have the note she attached to my final paper, encouraging me to keep writing. My husband hung it in our bathroom beside the mirror as daily encouragement to start this blog!

If I could give Grace one piece of advice when she heads off to college one day, it would be to host her favorite professor for dinner with some of her best friends. (Okay, that might not be my one piece of advice, but it definitely makes the top five.) It was the spring of our senior year, and thanks to the persistence of my roommates, I emailed Professor Wright about coming to our off-campus house for a homemade dinner. One of my roommates, Fallon, a fellow baker (who originally introduced me to the creator of this recipe, Joy the Baker), was on dessert duty. A warm, June evening, we decided on salad, chicken piccata, homemade white wine sangria, and these blackberry pie bars. The aroma, the company, the conversation—these were all details of that night that I hope will never fade. After an evening of laughter, soulful conversation, and life advice from Professor Wright, we shamelessly licked the pan clean of Fallon's delectable desserts. 

Since then, friends, co-workers, and neighbors have awarded these treats the titles: “blackberry butter bumble” or “BBB” for short, "blackberry bumble bars," “blackberry butter crack,” and my favorite, “crackberry bars.” Although I’m not sure what “bumble” actually is, it seems to describe these bars well. What makes these bars so good? I’m convinced it’s the lemon sugar you use to make the dough. You pour the sugar and lemon zest together on a hard surface, and use the back of a spoon to rub the zest into the sugar. What once were two separate ingredients become one, pale yellow, crystalized yet fluffy version of sugar that makes for the most irresistible crust and pie topping. 

The blackberries and hint of lemon are perfect for this season of farmer’s markets, barbecues, and summer soirées. You can try substituting blueberries, raspberries, or maybe even mulberries (just for you, Uncle Jacob) for the blackberries depending on preference. Much easier and foolproof than a pie, you can serve these bars chilled, or warm with a scoop of vanilla ice cream—have your pick. However you serve them, these bars are sure to stir memorable conversation with any crowd. 

Blackberry Pie Bars with Lemon Sugar
adapted from Joy the Baker

Crust and Topping
3 cups all-purpose flour
1-1/2 cups sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
1-1/2 cups (3 sticks) chilled unsalted butter, cut into cubes
zest of two lemons

Blackberry Filling
4 large eggs
2 cups sugar
1 cup real Greek yogurt (or sour cream)
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
Pinch of salt
6 cups of fresh blackberries (or 2 x 16-ounce packages frozen blackberries, defrosted and drained*)
*If using frozen berries, be sure to defrost and drain the excess liquid. Place the frozen berries on a plate in the refrigerator overnight.

To make the crust and topping:

1. Preheat the oven to 350°F.

2. Grease a 9 x 13-inch baking pan with butter or cooking spray and set aside.

3. Zest two lemons. Measure out the sugar for the crust and topping (1-1/2 cups) onto a clean work surface. Rub the lemon zest into the sugar with a bench scraper or the back of a spoon. Rubbing the zest into the sugar will release oils from the zest and create a lemon scented sugar.

4. Combine lemon sugar, flour, salt and butter in an electric mixer fit with a paddle attachment. (If you don’t have an electric mixer, an electric hand mixer will work.) Beat the ingredients on medium speed until the mixture combines and appears crumbly.

5. Reserve 1-1/2 cups of the crust mixture to use as the topping. (I reserve a little more than this because inevitably I eat the dough while the crust bakes.) Press the remaining mixture into the bottom of the pan.

6. Bake the crust for 12-15 minutes. Let cool for 10 minutes while you make the filling.

To make the filling:

1. Whisk the eggs in a large bowl.

2. Stir in the sugar (2 cups), Greek yogurt (or sour cream), flour, and salt.

3. Gently fold in the blackberries.

4. Spoon the mixture evenly over the crust. You may have to distribute the blackberries evenly around. Sprinkle the reserved crust mixture evenly over the filling.

5. Bake for 45-55 minutes until the top is lightly browned. Cool for 1 hour before slicing.

With a little grace,

                 Kelsey

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Mama T's Famous Pumpkin Bread

Pumpkin bread was the first recipe I distinctly remember watching my mom make. I watched in awe as she combined the ingredients from memory, for Mom made this treat so often she did not need the recipe. Pumpkin bread was the first baked good I learned to make, glued to Mom's hip, standing on a chair to reach the counter top. It was pumpkin bread that first inspired my love of my mother's shared love of baking, and eventually, the joy of sharing that with others.

As her young children, my siblings and I were dismayed when Mom gave away pumpkin bread, as she often did. (Okay, fine, we still feel this way unless we are the recipients of such bread.) But as I grew older, we learned not only her baking tips but also the joy of sharing her talents. Mom always gave away pumpkin bread as a small token of love or expression of concern. To our community, the pumpkin bread was a Christmas present dropped at every neighbor's door step, part of a homemade gourmet dinner because her friend's parent had passed away, random teacher appreciation gifts, or served at every rosary group get-together.  Mom always seemed to have a hidden stash of pumpkin bread wrapped up and tied with a bow in the freezer, ready to give to any guest that might walk through the door at a moment's notice. She would wrap up mini loaves, label them with each child's name, and put them in the fridge, to our surprise, and we knew we had lunch and breakfast for the day. To say my mom was famous for not only her generosity and hospitality, but for this recipe, would be an understatement—and disservice to my childhood. But the best part about my mom and her recipe was that she was never afraid to give it away. Despite her seven children feeling quite possessive of it (and maintaining that she still makes it best of anyone), my mom has freely handed out her not-so-secret recipe to the masses that inevitably inquire. 

When I was in high school, a peer of mine worked at Zingerman's Bakehouse. One day when I was raving about my mom's pumpkin bread (What? I never do that about my mom's concoctions...) he laughed and told me that Zingerman's pumpkin muffins were better. "Is that a challenge?" I asked. "Sure," he smirked, "you bring in your mom's pumpkin bread and I'll bring in a loaf from work, and we'll trade and see whose is better." Being the competitor that I am, and knowing my mom's bread would win, I couldn't resist the challenge. However, I paused, knowing that I was getting the shorter end of the stick. Now all those local to Ann Arbor—and probably many who aren't—will understand the weight that comes with anything attached to the Zingerman's name. I won't say the Zingerman's pumpkin bread was bad—in fact, it was great. But it did not compare in the least to my mom's pumpkin bread. When the day came for our trade, the boy immediately admitted defeat. So, naturally, I asked for the rest of the loaf back, jealous that he was eating my mom's pumpkin bread. Looking back I should have called this a trick rather than a challenge, as my friend refused to return it, and continued eating the whole mini loaf himself.

Now, many think that pumpkin is only a fall flavor. But anyone familiar with our family knows this to be false—and praises God that my mom's delectable dessert is not limited to such a short season. I was just home in April for a wedding, and what was sitting on the kitchen counter when I got home? A ready-made loaf of pumpkin bread. (I was the first to see it, thank goodness, because public pumpkin bread loaves only last but a few minutes in our house!) Until becoming acquainted with Starbucks' pumpkin spice lattes (#PSL) that are exclusively available in the fall, I was blissfully unaware that pumpkin was limited to the fall season. And so, I have gladly reverted to my prior ignorance, and am perfectly content in doing so.

However, I do know some folks who have not grown up around the Thompson household, and are confused by the idea of making pumpkin bread in June (cue eye roll). I would like to say it is for their sake that I adapted my mother's pumpkin bread recipe into banana bread. To be completely honest, what really drove me to adapt my mom's recipe was the budget of a college kid who loved to bake (bananas are cheaper than canned pumpkin puree), and some old bananas lying around the field hockey house during preseason. After trying multiple banana bread recipes, I was disappointed by the dryness and lack of flavor that accompanied such recipes claiming to be the "best banana bread ever" (Pinterest fail). I figured there had to be a way to re-create the moistness of my mom's pumpkin bread in banana bread. After studying the recipe, I decided to substitute the pumpkin puree for a few ripe, mashed bananas and give it a whirl. I can't remember if it was by accident or inspired by nostalgia that I left in the spices—cloves, cinnamon, and nutmeg—which contribute to pumpkin bread's telltale flavor. Regardless, the magic that came out of the oven was reminiscent enough of childhood for me, yet still satisfied my teammates' summer tastebuds. It was my mom's pumpkin bread, in so-called "appropriate" seasonal form. Add chocolate chips, swirls of nutella—whatever you like—but do not take out the spices.

So without further ado, my mom's pumpkin bread recipe, adapted for banana bread:

Mama T's Famous Pumpkin (or banana) Bread

Dry Ingredients:
1-2/3 cup flour
1-1/4 cup sugar
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp baking powder
1tsp each: nutmeg, cloves, cinnamon

Wet Ingredients:
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1/2 cup orange juice
1-1/4 cup (1 can) canned pumpkin puree OR 3-4 medium ripe bananas*
2 eggs

*Ripe bananas should have at least some brown spots on them and smell sweet. They should be fairly mushy when peeled.

Directions

1. Whisk dry ingredients in a small bowl.
2. Whisk wet ingredients together vigorously in a large separate bowl.
3. Gently fold in dry ingredients and stir only until blended. My mom cautions: Do NOT over-mix or the bread will be tough and full of holes!
4. Pour into lightly greased mini loaf pans (Mom uses four of them). If adding chocolate chips, mix them into the batter-filled pans now.
5. Sprinkle sugar in each loaf pan, atop the batter (key step! this gives the bread the sugary, crispy top that we kids fought over).
6. Bake in preheated 350° oven for 30 minutes.
7. Check center for “bounce back” prior to removing from oven. This means when you gently tap the center of the bread, your finger shouldn't sink into the bread, but the bread should ever-so-slightly spring back up.
8. Enjoy!

(Recently, I decided to cut 1/4 cup of sugar from my mom's original pumpkin bread recipe for the banana bread, simply because ripened bananas already have so much natural sugar, much more than unsweetened pumpkin puree. However, I don't think it is too sweet if you keep the extra 1/4 cup sugar.)

Happy birthday to my beautiful mother, Mama T! The world is a better place with you and your sweet treats in it. I love you! 

With a little grace,

               Kelsey