It may not be felfire green, but this delicious chili is a surefire winner that will delight your garrison followers. Different combinations of peppers will yield different levels of heat and different nuances of flavor; experiment until you find a mix that you like. Touching them with bare hands is NOT recommended; wear gloves when handling even the cooked peppers.
About 3 pounds pork roast, trimmed of fat and cubed
2 Tbsp oil
About 12 oz. green peppers of any combination (jalapenos, Anaheim chiles, etc.)
4 green onions, chopped
3 cloves garlic, minced
3 stalks celery, chopped
¼ tsp oregano
¼ tsp thyme
1 small can green enchilada sauce
The juice of 1 lime
1 bottle light-colored beer
1 can diced tomatoes, liquid and all
Lightly toss the peppers with a small amount of oil, salt, and pepper, then arrange on a baking sheet and roast in a 350℉ oven for 35-40 minutes, until the skins develop brown and black spots. Let cool in a covered bowl, then seed, skin, and chop the peppers, leaving aside for later.
In a heavy-bottomed pot, brown the pork in batches, removing to a bowl. Add the peppers, green onions, garlic, and celery to the drippings, and fry until wilted. Return the pork to the pot and add the oregano, thyme, and pepper, then pour over the beer, enchilada sauce, tomatoes, and lime juice. Add just enough water to cover, and bring to a boil. Season with salt if needed. Reduce to a simmer and let cook for at least an hour and a half (two hours is ideal), stirring occasionally, until the pork is tender.
If you absolutely must have green-colored chili, feel free to call upon the ancient magic of food coloring. Serve as a soup if you can stand the heat, or over steamed rice if you prefer something less hellish.
Jace says, breaking the comfortable silence that had been hanging around them.
They’re lying on Jace’s bed, Simon’s head resting on Jace’s chest and Jace’s
hand running through Simon’s hair. Simon hums in response, eyes closed. It’s
clear he’s drifting off to sleep, and normally Jace would let him, but he feels
like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t say what he wants to say right now. “I,
uh, I just want you to know that, like. You’re pretty okay, and stuff.”
head lifts up from his chest, and he’s clearly awake now. “Pretty okay and
stuff? That’s what you interrupted my nap for? Romantic,” he says with a snort.
“That’s like, what every boy dreams to hear. Fuck all these big romantic
gestures, what really matters is when he tells you you’re ‘pretty okay and
an ass, Simon,” Jace frowns, “You know I’m not good with feelings. What I’m
trying to say is that you’re important to me. I want you to know you’re
important to me.”
Simon says, resting his head on Jace’s chest again and snuggling even closer, “You’re
pretty important to me too.”
his head on Simon’s and sighs. He longs for the day he’ll be comfortable enough
to tell Simon how he really feels,
how Simon makes him feel like he’s flying and falling all at once, how
everything begins and starts with Simon, how Jace has walked among the children
of angels, but still he has never seen anyone as beautiful as Simon.