Posted on August 1, 2023
How I Make Texas Chili In Lousiana
Once upon a time, when I was but a wee lad, my grandpappy sat me down and told me the long and winding tale of his world-famous chili, which I will now regale you with for the next 20,000 words before ever giving you the recipe.
I mean, that’s how these things are supposed to go, right? I did kinda do it with my gumbo recipe, I guess. Same with my chocolate pie, too. But at least I included jump links right at the top that take you straight to the recipe. So there’s that.
Also, I don’t do recipes very well. Most of these measurements are approximations based on what I think “some of this” looks like in tablespoons or however many cups “a handful or so” is. Should do you fine, though. Adjust as needed. I accept no responsibility for the consequences of your actions.
The Reagents
Meat
2 pounds of 80/20 ground beef
Roux (I said what I said; consider this the Louisiana part)
1 cup oil
1 cup flour
Spice blend
Chilis –
If you’re fancy:
Dried ancho/chipotle/whatever chilis you like, de-seeded and ground in a spice grinder to equal around 5 tablespoons of chili powder
If you’re a normal person (honestly, just use the chili powder; we’re going to bloom all the spices anyway so it’ll be fine)
2.5 tablespoons light chili powder
2.5 tablespoons dark chili powder
The rest of the stuff –
1.5-2 tablespoons cumin (depending on how much you like cumin, obvi)
1-2 teaspoons cinnamon (depending on how much you like cinnamon, obvi)
1-2 teaspoons coarse ground garlic powder (do I have to keep saying this?)
1-2 teaspoons onion powder (you get the idea)
However much cayenne pepper you want (or just throw a couple teaspoons of Slap Ya Mama in there and call it done)
Anything else you like, there are no rules
Veggies
Finely minced garlic
If you’re fancy:
1 Large Onion
3 Celery Stalks
2 Bell Peppers
If you’re a normal person:
Skip all the chopping and just buy a 24oz bag of Pictosweet’s Seasoning Blend from the freezer section
Other Stuff
32-64oz Beef stock (32 should be fine but you might want to have more on hand if you need to thin things out, but water would work fine too)
1 bottle of stout (Guinness or whatever)
4.5-6oz Tomato paste
40 grams or so of 70%ish Dark chocolate (or however much you want, but I’d start with 40ish grams then add more if you like it – you can also go for an even darker chocolate if you prefer, I won’t tell The Authorities or anything)
Optional
1 teaspoon (or so) of MSG
Extremely Optional
1 tablespoon ground coffee (use at your own risk; it’s already a dish with a pretty complex flavor profile, so you might want to leave it out the first time or every time, whatever. I don’t normally add it, but if I’m feeling frisky…)
If You Absolutely Must
A couple of cans of kidney beans, but listen. If you insist on adding beans, you are no longer legally allowed to call this Texas chili. Also, beans are gross. But whatever, live how you wanna live, I guess.
The Destructions
Mix the spice blend together and set aside
In your Dutch oven (you’ll need one of those because this is all going in the actual oven eventually), add the oil and flour over medium heat if you don’t know what you’re doing, or crank it up hotter if you do. Stir constantly until you have a nice, dark roux. (It should look like melted chocolate.)
While making sure to keep stirring your roux, go ahead and get your ground beef browning.
Put a little oil or bacon grease in a separate pan and toss in about 1/3 of the veggies and saute them for a few minutes before tossing in a heaping teaspoon or so of minced garlic, then mix that around for a minute before adding the ground beef – which you’re going to remember to season, right? Right. Just put whatever you like on it, or just salt and pepper. You do you. (I like Trager’s Beef Rub, myself.) Cook until browned.
The roux you’ve been remembering to keep stirring this whole time should be the dark chocolate color we’re looking for around the time your ground beef is done browning. (If the meat is done sooner, don’t panic. Just take it off the heat and let it sit there to think about what it’s done.) Add the rest of your veggies to the roux, stir them around, and let them cook for a bit in that before adding in the spice blend. Stir all that together for a minute (this is the blooming part I mentioned), then toss in another heaping teaspoon or so of minced garlic and dump everything from your other pan (the one with the ground beef and the rest of the veggies) straight into the Dutch oven where the party’s getting started.
Dump in a bottle of stout, I use Guinness Extra Stout, and stir it around a little, then add 32oz of beef stock and the tomato paste, then do the stir-stir thing until everything’s nice and mixed in and the roux is fully dissolved. If you aren’t susceptible to racist media scare tactics and really want to kick up the flavor, you can also add in around a teaspoon or so of MSG (easy to find branded as Ac’cent Flavor Enhancer). If you are susceptible to racist media scare tactics, you could just toss in a bouillon cube since it’s basically just MSG in disguise for white people who are scared of MSG because they’re susceptible to racist media scare tactics. (You’d also add the beans here, if you’re the kind of philistine that considers nothing upon this good earth sacred at all.) Bring the whole thing to a boil while stirring occasionally, then slap the lid on and toss it in a 300° oven for somewhere around an hour, hour-and-a-half.
Grab the Dutch oven out of the, well, oven oven and skim off some of the excess fat that’ll have risen to the top while you’re here. If you even want to, that is. Fat is flavor, so feel free to leave it. Up to you. I’m not telling anyone how to live.
Anyway, give it a good stir and taste it. Add whatever you may think it’s missing but keep in mind that the flavors will continue to intensify over time (especially the next day). Then, just toss it back in the oven – uncovered this time – for another 30-45 minutes or however long it takes to thicken to your desired consistency. Check on it and just keep cooking it uncovered until it looks right to you. Helping to get just the right consistency is one of the reasons for the roux – it’ll make adjusting things a bit easier. (If it gets too thick, just add more beef stock or water. If you add too much and it gets too thin, then just leave it in the oven longer until it’s back to where you wanted it before you messed up and went dumping more beef stock in there with reckless abandon.)
Once it’s how you want it, taste everything and make sure it’s all on point, then toss in the dark chocolate. Yep, trust me. Just toss it in there and stir everything up. Let it sit for, I dunno, 15 minutes or so, then give it another quick stir and you should be good to go.
It’s ready to serve at this point, which you should absolutely do because it’s taken a while and everyone’s hungry, but it’ll be even better tomorrow and the next day or however long it takes you to gobble it up like the gluttonous wretch you are.
If you need me to tell you what to top it with once you have it in a bowl, then you’ve never eaten chili before and I can’t help you. Personally, I just put a little cheese on top while the wife prefers sour cream. Do whatever you want, though. Or don’t do anything. Everything is fake and nothing is real, anyway. Go crazy.
Posted on July 20, 2023
Artificial Intelligence Doesn’t Exist, Actually
Although you wouldn’t know it from the cacophony of nonsense spewing forth from the slack-jawed maws of jellyheaded techbros, insufferable influencers, wannabe experts, and fake-it-till-you-make-it con artists entrepreneurs all shouting the contrary – AI doesn’t exist, actually.
Machine learning exists.
Large Language Models exist.
Algorithms exist.
But AI? Not so much.
AI won’t take your job, either. Well it will, but not because it’s remotely capable of doing your job – it isn’t (because AI doesn’t exist, actually) – but it will take your job because some bozo with an MBA and a weekend habit thinks it can. A whole lot of people are going to get sacked simply because toddler princes are running the kingdom with Dunning-Kruger confidence and Artificial Intelligence PhDs they printed off the back of a cereal box in the copy room last Thursday when Donna wasn’t looking.
The good news is that it doesn’t mean you won’t eventually get your job back. It’ll just be a different job that pays less and demands more because you’ll be the one cleaning up all the garbage some generative AI produces for the intellectually destitute “prompt engineer” your boss hired to command the robots at a rate five times higher than what he was paying all the people he fired so AI could take their jobs.
Just look at what’s happening with the writer’s strike. Studios want to be able to use generative tools to “write” screenplays and then pay actual writers even less than they do now to edit the silly little chatbot’s silly little output and create something of quality from the questionable mishmash the bot spits out since it has no way of knowing if a joke is funny or if a tear-jerker will jerk any tears. It doesn’t understand how to elicit any emotion because it doesn’t even know what emotions are.
Because AI doesn’t exist, actually.
Of course, for computer and data scientists, the catch-all term of “artificial intelligence” does exist and is used interchangeably with other aspects of the field, but no true expert (or anyone who understands anything) believes any of the systems people are currently hocking as “AI” are in any way intelligent. Because they’re not – but you wouldn’t know that from all the NotScientists™ promising revolutions.
“But,” I hear you shouting, “Elon Mush and Sam Walkman believe it! Microsoft and Google, too! Not to mention my buddy Earl down at the Gas-N-Sip or that hopped-up dropout I knew in college who’s inventing the next big AI tool! How could they all be wrong? They’re changing the world!”
Well, sure. They’re changing the world, all right – one Greater Fool at a time. Invest early, kids. Get in on the ground floor of the latest reskinned GPT-3 or 4 or 5 or 6-7-8… (or any other float in the parade of constant loathing made up of all the other LLMs doing the exact same thing).
Ever notice how there are never any actual scientists on the stage whenever any of AI’s industry leaders are talking? Sure, there are plenty of CEOs and C-Suite sycophants in hoodies and business casual cargo shorts their wives keep begging them to throw away – but where are all the computer scientists? The data scientists? The really real linguists? You know, the actual experts and not just a bunch of salespeople and sometimes an engineer. Why are they always absent?
It’s because all of these “amazing” new AI tools do the same thing, and none of them are remotely intelligent. (And the scientists know that. Because AI doesn’t exist, actually.)
All these chatbots do is break your prompt down into a statistical model they then compare against the datasets they were trained on to look for patterns and statistically predict the next word (or pixel) with varying levels of accuracy. It’s playing Guess Who with numbers, not thinking. That’s it. That’s the tweet.
LLMs don’t understand their prompts. They don’t understand any of the words in their prompts. They can’t interpret symbolism and metaphors embarrass them at parties. They are incapable of assigning meaning to anything, and they’re not actually having a conversation with you. They’re not sentient, they never will be sentient, and they will never, ever be capable of any sort of intelligence, artificial or otherwise.
We do not now, nor have we ever, had an artificially intelligent system of any kind. At all. Because AI doesn’t exist, actually.
I get why so many business people are so excited about generative AI, though. You know the type – the Big Brain Idea Guys who believe that having ideas is some magical thing that only they can do, and are completely oblivious to the fact that everyone has great ideas. There’s never been a shortage of ideas – it’s having the talent (or access to investment capital) to realize them that’s in short supply, and generative AI provides a quick pathway to creating something while having exactly none of the skills needed to do much of anything. (Which is where “prompt engineering” comes into play, otherwise known in polite society as simply being able to effectively communicate.)
AI may exist eventually, but it won’t be virginally birthed from an LLM’s sacred loins, no matter how much “it’ll get better” time goes by or how big their datasets get. That’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works. The technology that may eventually lead to Artificial General Intelligence (or Artificial Super Intelligence if we’re talking about an Effective Altruism / Longtermist’s eugenics-powered fever dream) is fundamentally different from the way Large Language Models work.
Comparing LLMs to AGI isn’t even apples and oranges. One will not and cannot lead to the other. It’s more like Fruit-by-the-Foot and your grandma’s ’67 Coupe deVille that’s been rusting in her driveway since Gerald Ford was president – it’s a wholly nonsensical comparison. Believing that one has anything at all to do with the other only shows just how much your average True Believer doesn’t understand anything.
That’s not to say that ML/DL/LLMs/etc tools can’t be phenomenally useful – we’ve been using them for decades – it’s only after AI became a hip new marketing buzzword that we started calling anything with an algorithm and a dataset Artificial Intelligence, though.
A whole bunch of actual science is done with the help of machine learning. Oodles of physics and medicine and an endless list of other applications are aided by deep learning and sophisticated algorithms. Practically every industry is using – and has been using – some form of what we’re suddenly calling “AI” for decades now. If you’re reading this on or from a social media app or a search result you clicked in Google – you’re using AI right now.
People call it “the algorithm” a lot – the YouTube algorithm, the TikTok algorithm, the Facebook algorithm – they’re all using machine learning and have been all along. It’s likely they’ll all soon be rebranded as whatever “AI-powered” is supposed to mean, but nothing will have fundamentally changed. And the androids will continue to not dream of electric sheep.
Artificial Intelligence as “understood” by the general public and easily duped is simply science fiction masquerading as science fact. Generative AI can’t think or understand or analyze or reason, even if it’s really good at pretending it can. It can’t analyze what it can’t understand because it’s not intelligent and lacks any sort of cognitive ability whatsoever. It’s just finding statistical averages and guessing without ever actually knowing what it’s saying. It’s not Data from Star Trek or C-3PO from Star Wars or even the Sixth Sense kid when he was in that Spielberg movie about Robot Pinnochio.
Because AI doesn’t exist, actually.
During one of tech’s previous Next Big Thing hype cycles, I remember being able to come to only two possible conclusions for anyone who believed NFTs were ever going to amount to anything:
- People who didn’t understand the technology
- People who did understand the technology and were just in on the grift
It’s pretty much the same with AI. If you actually understand how the technology works, you either hop on the hype train and ride it as far as you can or you start writing excessively long rants about how it’s all a bunch of smoke and mirrors because you just can’t take it anymore.
(I guess a third option would just be not understanding any of it but pretending you do, which probably accounts for the lion’s share of early adopters and LinkedIn pundits now that I think about it.)
It’s a money grab right now, which is why every company is rushing some “revolutionary” new AI product to market that isn’t all that new, isn’t revolutionary, and is either just doing the same thing it’s always done but now Siri is called, I dunno, some stupid AI marketing name – or it’s just another LLM doing the same thing every other LLM is doing.
Remember the iEverything craze back in the late ’90s and early 2000s after the translucent iMac (followed by the iPod) came out, when it seemed like every company on the planet started launching iSomething products even if they had nothing at all to do with the internet?
Like that, but today with AI.
You don’t even have to think back that far. Remember ten minutes ago when every company was rushing some “revolutionary” new blockchain product to market? How are those working out today? Or how about five minutes ago when the metaverse was going to change everything? Or a half hour ago, when everyone from respected financial institutions to major video game publishers were going to do something “game changing” with NFTs? Or every day since your brother-in-law went down the crypto rabbit hole and lost his life savings but still won’t stop shouting HODL TO THE MOON every time your wife invites him over for dinner?
Another day, another hustle.
Just because a bunch of companies start shilling nonsense, it doesn’t suddenly stop being nonsense. There’s just a lot of money to be made in tech when they’re marketing something that looks cool, seems inevitable, and is generally misunderstood by nearly everyone involved. There are always plenty of Greater Fools out there, and mining the rich FOMO fields of techbro, Steve Jobs wannabes is lucrative…while it lasts.
When the dust settles and people finally come to their senses, they’ll see generative AI for what it truly is – a collection of semi-useful tools/toys for niche applications that lie a lot and are rarely very helpful outside of being a handy crutch for the creatively and ethically bankrupt. (Also, let’s not forget how incredibly useful generative AI is to scammers and fraudsters and people who want to disrupt the foundational core of democracy. And also some pervs with image generators. Probably a lot of pervs, actually. So many pervs.)
Some form of “AI” will eventually be added to every app and program and service under the sun, even if it’s something that’s always been there and especially if it’s a worse version of something we already have. (Fun fact: “Making worse versions of things we already have” is the unofficial slogan of tech billionaires everywhere.)
Generative functionality will quickly become as ubiquitous as the search box or spellcheck (although nowhere near as useful while also being biased and discriminatory and perpetuating stereotypes while promoting statistical mediocrity all at the same time). People will eventually stop caring, and a lot of folks are going to lose whatever money they had left to invest in Random AI Startup #5,437 after they fell for web3 and blockchain and crypto and NFTs and the metaverse and…
Look, just be wary of anyone selling the latest digital snake oil, whatever it is. Silicon Valley trots out some “revolutionary” new bit of tech every few years so con-artists entrepreneurs can run the startup hustle of faking it while hoping to make it just far enough to be able to pay their daddy’s investment capital back and cash out with a profit before people realize that nearly every tech startup is running the same Theranos scam and Elizabeth Holmes only got caught because she bought her own hype and stayed in the game too long.
Then again, Musk has built an empire out of scamming people and they still believe every lie he sells them, so what do I know? He’s even got his own AI now, which alone should tell you everything you need to know about the scamminess of the whole scammy scam, but invest in whatever you want, I guess. I’m not the boss of you.
But AI still doesn’t exist.
Actually.
Posted on April 17, 2022
Peter Pocking Tail
The internet might think Taylor Swift invented this Easter “egg tapping” tradition, but whatever. I was paqueing Easter eggs before I even knew what paqueing was. (Or pocking. Or pokking. Or packing. No one can seem to agree how to pronounce it, much less spell it. This will likely only be resolved by future historians.)
Anyway, I cheated.
Well, cheating is a pretty strong word. Basically, I just refused to be bound by the arbitrary rules imposed upon me by an uncaring universe. Or by a gaggle of Cajun cousins I’d never met before. Whichever.
Growing up, we didn’t do many family reunions, probably on account of how they were usually held in places that took too much gas to drive to. We didn’t have a lot of money.
But we did manage to make exactly two reunions on my Dad’s side. They were both over Easter, somewhere not in Lake Charles, Louisiana, but close enough to drive to from Beaumont, Texas without breaking our 1980-something gas budget. It was called The Ole Place, near Sugar Town. (Not to be confused with Sugar Land in Texas, which is just another word for the endless urban sprawl that is Houston.)
The first one we went to was fun, if a little awkward. I didn’t know anyone there, and any cousins my age had about as much use for the scrawny, nerdy comic book kid as the scrawny, nerdy comic book kid had for a bunch of cousins who could probably punch him into the next parish using only their pinkie fingers and a determined glare.
We had a big Easter egg hunt, followed by a round of smacking our eggs together to see whose egg cracked first. This, I would later come to find out about five minutes ago when I looked it up, was called paqueing (or one of the entries on the aforementioned list of alternate terminology). It was probably the only game they actually played with me as an equal, so I had fun. But I lost a lot.
The next year, I went prepared.
For some weird reason known only to herself, my mother had a collection of alabaster eggs she’d put out as a decoration every Easter. I snatched a few off the shelf, then boiled some of those goofy shrink-wrap bands onto them that were probably new and revolutionary in the ‘80s, but just seem cheap and kind of stupid now. (This pretty much describes a lot of the ’80s, now that I think about it.) Still, once wrapped, the alabaster eggs looked more or less like regular Easter eggs, so I figured we were good.
I was ready. When it came time for the annual smacking of the eggs, I strode onto the field of battle with a level of confidence my scrawny nerd body had never known before. Then, I found my first victim.
tap…tap
tap…tap
*smack*
*crack*
I WIN!
I mowed through rows of cousins, each one falling to the might of my mysterious, impervious eggs. I did have the good sense to bring a few spares, though. I’d switch them out every now and again to avoid too much suspicion, just so the other kids might think I’d lost once or twice.
I never did.
The field of battle was littered that day with the shells of those crushed beneath my righteous fury. My egg was fortified with years of oppressed nerd rage, and I was unstoppable!
Right up until one of the cousins stopped me.
He snatched my egg from my gloating fist when I wasn’t paying attention and shouted, “HEY! HE’S GOTS ROCK EGGS!”
The other cousins ran up and gathered around, sensing my fear like a hundred hungry vultures circling a tiny woodland creature with a promising limp.
“GET HIM!”
I ran.
They caught me.
As punishment for my crimes, I was held down and basically waterboarded with off-brand Kool-Aid. You know, that weird red punch that comes in plastic milk jugs and tastes faintly of vomit that was ubiquitous at every kid’s birthday party back in the day? Yeah. That’s the one.
Ah, memories…
Looking back, I probably bit off more than I could chew. Or maybe I just got too cocky with each new win. If I’d just quit while I was ahead, then I might have walked away un-punched and the totally rad neon shirt I was wearing that day wouldn’t have been ruined.
Then again, I also wouldn’t have yet another humiliating story from my youth that I could capitalize on later as a grown-up trying to sell you this book. (Assuming you’re reading this in a bookstore or in an online preview or sample post or whatever passes for marketing these days, anyway.)
Life is all about balance, y’all.
(If you enjoyed this excerpt from A Lifetime of Questionable Decisions, why not buy the book and impress all your friends with how fun you are at parties? All the cool kids are buying it. Don’t you want to be cool, too?)
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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