Carla's comment earlier about her distaste for beans may well arise from a hundred pound sack of pinto beans. Dad had purchased this sack of beans from a farmer who was going to feed them to his livestock. Dad probably thought they would go better in our household to feed an even half dozen or more children. When it was deemed appropriate (Hey Mom, you want to make chili? "I don't care".) He would bring in a five pound coffee can full of pinto beans from that sack. We would gather around the kitchen table and sort rocks from the pinto beans.
The beans would go into the pot to soak and then cook for what seemed like days. I believe that occasionally there were other ingredients in the pot depending on how full the locker was in town where we kept the butchered beef. We would also get a sprinkle of cheese.
Now substitute the large turkey for a pot of chili, subtract some of the fine cutlery and there you have it, Chili beans for supper.
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