chicken chili

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I don’t eat healthy unless it first and foremost tastes great. I will not choke down dry bread just because it’s laden with nuts, seeds and whole grains. I refuse to gulp a green smoothie that tastes more of compost than fresh fruit. Maybe in the past I would have but I’ve tasted too much great food to waste my time just eating for the sake of eating healthy.
If, however, food is full of flavor, complexity, AND it’s good for me – well then great, that’s an added bonus.

This doesn’t mean I spend my days eating Cheetos and Snack packs. Luckily I find vegetables extremely delicious and whole grains taste nutty and much more interesting than their refined twin.

When I am in a season of trying to shape up a bit – i.e. now – I will often focus on reducing portion sizes rather than going through extreme diet changes. Not allowing myself to enjoy some of my favorite treats makes me pretty sad and quite moody. That on top of the fact that we Seattle-ites don’t see much of the sun these days – I need as much happy as I can get. So I reduce rather than refrain.

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UNLESS I find a recipe that is good for my soft, post-baby body and it tastes amazing then I allow myself to go crazy. Like this Chicken chili which is packed full of nutrient-dense vegetables and the perfect amount of spicy heat. It’s easy to throw together and makes a hefty amount so your set for a few healthful lunches too.

I do, however, have to watch out for the amount of cornbread I consume with my chili.

This recipe originally came from lovely Ina Garten. I’ve since made it many times and have adapted it to suit us quite nicely. Healthy AND delicious. Perfect.

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Chicken Chili
inspired by Ina Garten

2 large yellow onions, medium dice

2 Tbl butter

3 cloves garlic, finely minced

2 red bell peppers, cored, seeded, and large-diced

2 yellow bell peppers, cored, seeded, and large-diced

1 teaspoon chili powder

1 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin

1/4 teaspoon dried red pepper flakes, or to taste

1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper, or to taste

2 teaspoons kosher salt

2 (28-ounce) cans diced tomatoes

2 15 oz cans black beans

1/4 cup minced cilantro stems

3 cups chicken cooked, shredded

To serve: Cilantro, sour cream

Cook the onions in the butter over medium-low heat for 10 to 15 minutes, until translucent. Add the garlic and cook for 1 more minute. Add the bell peppers, chili powder, cumin, red pepper flakes, cayenne, and salt. Cook for 1 minute. Add diced tomatoes and their juice to the pot. Bring to a boil, then reduce the heat and simmer, uncovered, for 30 minutes, stirring occasionally.

Add cooked chicken, black beans and cilantro stems to the chili and simmer, uncovered, for another 20 minutes. Serve with the cilantro and sour cream (light if your really trying to be good).

This is the cornbread I use (recipe from Food Gal). We used to eat this for “family meal” during my Spago days. There is nothing like it. Perfectly sweet, great texture and generously “glazed” with butter and honey.

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what a difference a year makes

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It was January and cold. Washington can get frigid too but New York had a bitter chill that made my entire body feel as if it was experiencing the effects of brain freeze. My body was also experiencing the effects of being 6 weeks pregnant. I was tired, nauseated and freezing but I was in New York.

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After one of many great meals during our time in New York last year Gabe and I attempted to walk off our over indulgence and pass the time until our next meal. Both wanting to escape the cold and check out the unnecessary but oh-so-cool objects I spotted in the window, I pulled Gabe into a little shop in Brooklyn. And then that’s where I saw it.

A little tweed jacket made for her. Except I didn’t know she was a her. All I knew of my little Ivy at this point was that she was barely the size of pea yet causing me to feel horribly ill.

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I stared at the jacket imagining how perfectly sweet my little *girl* would look in it. How her dimpled fingers would emerge from the brown felt lined sleeves and how the rust orange belt would cinch in her pudgy belly. I thought that her blond hair and blue eyes (ha) would pop against the natural tones of this little jacket.

Gabe popped my little pink toned dream bubble in the most loving way reminding me – gently- that the little pea inside of me might very well be a boy. Indeed he was right, she could be a he. So, empty handed we trudged out of that little shop leaving behind the jacket and my dimpled fingered dreams.

Gabe and I returned home to our sweet boys back in Washington bringing with us a Brooklyn sweatshirt for Roman and a book for Baron. But I couldn’t stop thinking about that jacket. “I could buy it then give it to someone else who will have a little girl.” I justified. Someone needed to have it.

Just a few days later I returned to New York with my good friend Julie. (It’s not very typical for me to end up in New York twice in one month it just so happens that Gabe had a photo shoot and then Julie and I were invited to be in the audience at Martha – and who could say no to Martha?!).

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I told Julie about the little tweed coat and subtly suggested we make our way to that little corner of Brooklyn. We did. And there it was.

As I was just about to once again enter dream land imaging my little blond in her coat when my mom called. Of course I instantly started to gush over the coat. And as any mom should she told me to buy it and then she would pay me for it. We both agreed that someone is bound to have a little girl.

Fast forward almost exactly one year later.

I have my little girl and although she’s not the little blond haired, blue eyed girl I imagined my she would be, she’s mine and I love her to bits. And she looks absolutely adorable in her tweed coat – if I do say so myself.

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Jacket from FrillBoutique.com

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