It's a cold, very blustery gray day in Brooklyn today - the kind that makes it hard to believe it's the first day of spring. And since I evidently have the circulation of an 85-year-old, my fingers and nose are freezing as I sit here typing. So, what better time to talk about cooking up a big pot of bubbling chili?
When we were in North Carolina for the New Year, D and I spent a night at his folks' place in Raleigh before heading out to the coast. His mom sent us on our way with a fresh batch of white chili, which I'd somehow never encountered in all my years of eating. How sad not to have experienced such deliciousness earlier in life! But Jean made it easy for me to play catch-up... when she packed up the chili, she also packed up a copy of her recipe.
White chili is so called because its primary ingredients are white beans and chicken, making it a considerably paler relative of what the word "chili" normally conjures up. Most recipes for it tend to be milder, too, but that's easily remedied.
Not long ago, I spent a couple afternoons preparing for and tinkering with my own pot of white chili.

I probably opted for the most time-consuming method possible (read on), but in the end it was worth it.


