Time Heals All Wounds

One of our favorite meals is Cincinnati Skyline Chili. The best version of this recipe calls for chili served over a bed of spaghetti and covered in a pile of shredded cheese. Sometimes my wife, Joy Ann and I go to the restaurant but we are equally fond of buying frozen Cincinnati Skyline Chili at the grocery store and making a meal at home. We use to have this meal about once a week either at home or at  a local Skyline Restaurant.

About five years ago we were having our favorite Cincinnati Skyline Chili over spaghetti with cheddar cheese piled high and a tossed green salad with olive oil and red wine vinegar. Unfortunately, the observant, Joy Ann found a piece of gristle in her chili. It was a moment when all the clocks in Cincinnati stopped. Joy Ann not only failed to complete the meal but she also made a declaration making Cincinnati Skyline Chili off limit. Aucun  plus de chili!

I didn’t say it but I thought, “it wasn’t a mouse. It was only a little gristle.” But I am smart enough to know the limits of my culinary expertise.

Time heals all wounds. Today, unbeknownst to the forever vigilant Joy Ann, I prepared our old favorite chili lunch.

Joy Ann was a only a few feet through the door way when she announced, “It smells like Cincinnati Chili in here.”

I didn’t dodge the issue and admitted Cincinnati Skyline Chili would be up momentarily.

She didn’t mention the earlier so called “gristle” episode and I didn’t mention it either.

It was a fabulous lunch. An old friend revisited.

Sometimes we write off people, places and things. We fail to see that people, places and things can change. We are evolving. Time heals all wounds.

It is good to be back among the Skyline Chili eaters.

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Best Wishes,

Manzie