I am so .... ticked off with myself I can hardly see straight.
I was making the chile for tonight's dinner, took a sniff at the hamburger, wasn't sure about it, had der Brucer take a sniff and he didn't smell anything wrong. I should have trusted my nose.
Frenched the onion (sliced it thin longitudally), julienned the red bell, jalapenos, and anaheim pepper, sweated them down with a couple cloves of garlic and some crushed red pepper. Transferred them to a bowl while I browned the meat, added some oregano, sage, and chili powder, then put the onion/pepper mix back in, added some beef broth, crushed tomatoes and black beans, stirred it all together and added maybe a tablespoon of corn meal. Let it all simmer on the stove for maybe ninety minutes, sliced up some spring onions, dished the chile into a couple of bowls, topped it with some shredded cheese and the onions, served it to der Brucer and myself, we both took one spoonfull and spat it back out.
Let this be a lesson to everyone: Trust your noses.
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(Der Brucer fixed himself a peanut butter sandwich, but it ain't the same, man, it ain't the same.)