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Wild West Chili — When the Smoke Clears, There’s Always Another Pot on the Fire

April in Memphis, and the heat has settled over the city like a blanket nobody asked for but everybody accepts, because Memphis in summer is not a choice, it is a condition, and the condition is sweating. I am 60 years old and still walking my mail route through Midtown Memphis, and the week brought its own kind of weather — the personal kind, the family kind, the kind that no meteorologist can forecast.

The week\'s main current was fourth of july. Walter Jr. came by the house this week, bringing the energy he always brings — steady, organized, the FedEx man\'s approach to family visits: arrive on time, deliver what\'s needed, check that everything\'s in order. Rosetta orchestrated the visit the way she orchestrates everything: with the invisible precision of a woman who has been managing a household, a hospital floor, and a husband for three and a half decades, and who considers all three jobs equally challenging and equally rewarding.

I smoked a pork shoulder this week — the king, the classic, the dish that defines my cooking and my life. Fourteen to sixteen hours over hickory, mopped with the vinegar sauce every ninety minutes, pulled by hand when the internal temperature hits 203 and the meat jiggles with the telltale wobble that means the collagen has surrendered. I pulled it in the backyard, standing over the cutting board, and the meat came apart in my fingers the way it has come apart a thousand times before, and the thousandth time felt exactly like the first time: miraculous. Served it on white bread with coleslaw and the vinegar sauce, the Memphis way, the Clyde way, the only way.

Rosetta came to the porch as the last light faded and said something simple — \'Good day, Earl\' or \'What a week\' or just my name, the way she says it when she means everything and says nothing. And I said something simple back, or said nothing, and we sat in the amber glow of the porch light and let the week dissolve into the night, and the night was kind, and the morning would come, and there would be coffee and the route and the smoker and the family and the life that is, despite everything, despite the grief and the knee and the changing world, a good life. A full life. A life measured in smoke.

The pork shoulder was the centerpiece, but any Memphis Fourth of July worth its hickory smoke needs more than one pot going — and this Wild West Chili is the thing I put on when the smoker is already full and the family keeps arriving. Walter Jr. showed up steady and on time, and Rosetta had everything orchestrated, and all I had to do was make sure nobody went hungry between rounds of pulled pork, which is where a big pot of bold, unapologetic chili earns its place at the table. It’s the same spirit as the smoke: low and slow, layered with heat and intention, built to feed people who matter to you.

Wild West Chili

Prep Time: 20 minutes | Cook Time: 1 hour 15 minutes | Total Time: 1 hour 35 minutes | Servings: 8

Ingredients

  • 2 lbs ground beef (80/20)
  • 1 lb smoked sausage, sliced into 1/2-inch rounds
  • 1 large yellow onion, diced
  • 1 green bell pepper, diced
  • 4 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 cans (15 oz each) kidney beans, drained and rinsed
  • 1 can (15 oz) pinto beans, drained and rinsed
  • 2 cans (14.5 oz each) diced fire-roasted tomatoes
  • 1 can (6 oz) tomato paste
  • 2 cups beef broth
  • 2 tbsp chili powder
  • 1 tbsp ground cumin
  • 1 tsp smoked paprika
  • 1 tsp dried oregano
  • 1/2 tsp cayenne pepper (adjust to heat preference)
  • 1 tbsp Worcestershire sauce
  • 2 tbsp brown sugar
  • Salt and black pepper to taste
  • 2 tbsp vegetable oil
  • Shredded cheddar, sour cream, sliced green onions for serving

Instructions

  1. Brown the meats. Heat oil in a large Dutch oven or heavy pot over medium-high heat. Add sausage rounds and cook until browned, about 4 minutes. Remove and set aside. Add ground beef to the same pot and cook, breaking it up, until no pink remains, about 8 minutes. Drain excess fat, leaving about 1 tablespoon in the pot.
  2. Build the base. Add onion and green pepper to the pot with the beef. Cook over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until softened, about 5 minutes. Add garlic and cook 1 more minute until fragrant.
  3. Add the spices. Stir in chili powder, cumin, smoked paprika, oregano, and cayenne. Toast the spices for 1–2 minutes, stirring constantly, to bloom their flavor.
  4. Combine and simmer. Return sausage to the pot. Add fire-roasted tomatoes, tomato paste, beef broth, Worcestershire sauce, and brown sugar. Stir everything together and bring to a boil.
  5. Add the beans. Stir in kidney beans and pinto beans. Reduce heat to low, cover partially, and simmer for at least 45 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the chili thickens and the flavors meld. Taste and adjust salt, pepper, and cayenne as needed.
  6. Rest and serve. Remove from heat and let the chili rest 10 minutes before serving. Ladle into bowls and top with shredded cheddar, a spoonful of sour cream, and sliced green onions.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 490 | Protein: 34g | Fat: 24g | Carbs: 32g | Fiber: 9g | Sodium: 820mg

Earl Johnson
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Earl Johnson
Week 159 of Earl’s 30-year story · Memphis, Tennessee
Earl "Big E" Johnson is a sixty-seven-year-old retired postal carrier, a forty-two-year husband, and a Memphis BBQ legend who learned to smoke pork shoulder at his Uncle Clyde's stand when he was eleven years old. He lost his daughter Denise to sickle cell disease at twenty-three, and he honors her every year by smoking her favorite meal on her birthday and setting a plate at the table. His dry rub uses sixteen spices he keeps in a mayonnaise jar. He will not share the recipe. Not even with Rosetta.

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