Once a Year, all through my High School and some of my college years, my family would make Chili...
Good Memories...
Start with sharpening all the necessary knives...
Find a farmer with Weaner pigs, and maybe goats! (yum)....for sale on the hoof, and then load the .22...
Shoot 'em, Stick 'em, gut 'em, dress 'em out, then haul them home.
Package what you will not need, grind the meat you will use roughly (or cube it, my favorite)...
Then comes the aromatic grinding and mixing and toasting of the chiles and cumin and other spices.
Then came the bubblin' pot, and the heavenly aromas filled the house for nearly all day, as the chili reduces from a huge pot to less than one third, then we package it in two people servings for freezing and divvy it up 'tween all the workers.
I'm of the "no beans in my chili persuasion" - Texas style - it ain't chili if'n its got beans - it is a stew. You ever read "A Bowl of Red"?
Your chilis look great! Dang! Now I want some...
I REALLY miss those days... guess I'll have to start it up again, now that I am retired...Great memories - thanks!!