As promised in this recent post, I prepared a mean chili for last weekend’s Super Bowl.

Start by rendering bacon in a bit of oil in a large pot. Once slightly crispy, remove the bacon, leaving the bacon fat in the pot, and set aside. Sweat chopped onions and garlic in the fat. (For a spicier version, add chopped jalapeños to the party at this point.)

Once the onions are translucent, add the spices and toast for 1-2 minutes: paprika, chili powder, cayenne pepper, cumin, cinnamon and cocoa powder all made it into my chili. (Here is when you should deglaze with a bottle of beer and allow it to reduce, a step which I forgot.)

Now add ground beef and cook until it just loses its pink color, stirring often to break the meat apart. Pour in canned diced tomatoes, rinsed canned black beans and the reserved bacon and add enough chicken broth to cover.

Over low heat, strirring occasionally, cook the chili until the liquid has mostly evaporated, which, for me, took about two hours. Season with salt to taste.

 

As much as I love cooking, I look forward to the nights of ordering takeout, eating in my underwear and watching TV. And nothing rounds out the experience like a hunk of cake. That’s where Dao Palate comes in.

It’s a vegan joint in Brooklyn, and it’s my new favorite place to get delivery. I’ve only gotten a few dishes so far (I’m sure that’ll change by tonight), but I have sampled (scarfed) their peanut butter bomb more than once. I even ordered it–and only it–after eating Dao Palate leftovers, because the cake didn’t make it to the fridge.

It’s that good.

Brooklyn Heights was in desperate need for a cozy, neighborhood cafe with halfway decent food and coffee. And Brooklyn Heights got just that with the opening of Iris Cafe.

But it’s more than just decent–it’s damn good. The coffee is Stumptown and French pressed, the specials are bold, and the salads refreshing and satisfying, especially when paired with the complimentary hunk of bread with butter.

The only problem is finding space to sit. Go during off hours when you can eat with leisure, enjoy the decor, and eavesdrop on the entertaining conversations of the rich and hip Brooklynites.

And be sure to get a Nutella bar. You’ll thank me later. And then you’ll hate me forever.