Chili, Chocolate, and Cheesecake

The cousins were coming to visit. That is to say the highland dwelling contingent from my dad’s side of the family had landed in the new world for a summer of rambling adventures. They did New York, spent time in Maine, and then—quite sensibly—hopped over that great swath of Jesus land separating the east and west coasts of our great country to arrive in Seattle.

I wanted to welcome them with a truly American meal. And what, I wondered, is a more American custom than appropriating and bastardizing a dish from another culture? So I penned the menu. We would eat chili con carne as the main course followed by an all American fat n’ wobbly cheesecake—two ubiquitous dishes that I’d never attempted to execute.

As a complete amateur, I consulted various recipes for chili and found that within the realm of this craft there is constant warfare. Diced or ground meat? Smoked peppers or not? Should one add cinnamon? Chocolate? Bourbon? Beans or no beans? The debates were endless with belligerent voices on all sides. Clearly, the search for any semblance of authenticity would be long and arduous. I shrugged, gathered together what I considered to be the most exciting recipes, and patched together my own chili: ground beef and finely diced pork, medium heat, a little quirky chorizo, and substantial smoke in the shape of both chipotle and pimentón. And beans, definitely beans for the rather prosaic reason that I wanted to stretch this chili to feed ten people. Finally I tossed in a cinnamon stick and some cacao—fantasizing vaguely about the Aztecs . . . . Or is it the Mayans whole handed us this intoxicating combination?

Equally uninitiated in the process of constructing a cheesecake, I decided not to be overly ambitious and instead to follow a simple recipe for white chocolate hazelnut cheesecake from my favorite dessert book entitled—with self confident simplicity—Chocolate. Unfortunately, I forgot to factor in the time necessary for chilling the cake so that when I plunged a hopeful knife into the center and extricated the first slice, the rest of the cake, in a display of defeat, began melting lugubriously in all directions. Fortunately, the sinfully decadent taste and texture of the dessert made up for its aesthetic failings. 

All in all the meal was not only a succulent success, but also ridiculously easy to prepare. In fact to anyone looking for easy menu ideas I can safely say this one is a winner. Chili is a one-pot main course that actually improves slightly if made the day before. Serve it with sour cream, crusty bread and a salad—y ahí lo tiene! And as for the cheesecake, it too is quite literally a piece of cake (tee hee, sorry) to prepare and as I learned, it requires a good chill out in the fridge before serving.