...and perfect for frosty January days. Only Mark and I wondered why it's called a "chili"???. It's more of a soup and, as it looked kind-of Christmasy, we began calling it our White Chili. It's every bit as easy and tasty as Taco Soup. For sure it's a very hearty, robust meal that does everything one would expect a soup to do: warm the body, warm the heart, warm the hearth, warm the soul.
I Am In My Kitchen
"It may be pastel. It may be ginghamed as to curtains and shining with copper like a picture in a woman's magazine. But you and I will know it chiefly by its fragrances and its clutter. At the back of the stove will sit a soup kettle, gently bubbling, one into which every day are popped leftover bones and vegetables to make stock for sauces or soup for the family. Carrots and leeks will sprawl on counters, greens in a basket. There will be something sweet-smelling twirling in a bowl and something savory baking in the oven. Cabinet doors will gape ajar and colored surfaces are likely to be littered with salt and pepper and flour and herbs and cheesecloth and potholders and long-handled forks. It won't be neat. It won't even be efficient. But when you enter it you will feel the pulse of life throbbing from every corner. The heart of the home will have begun once again to beat." ~ 1964, Phyllis McGinley