I’m busy tonight because I’m making chili, which is our traditional meal for Halloween. Yeah, who am I fucking kidding, the traditional meal in our household is six pounds of semi-melted candy. But we make the chili anyway, and my wife and I eat it, even if the kids don’t. My killer chili recipe calls for 7 weird ass peppers, beer, coffee (really), 8 pounds of chuck roast, three million other ingredients and is so complicated that you need to have a PhD in physics to do it correctly. Plus, it takes 8 hours to cook. Think I’m going to do that the night before? If you said, “Fuck and No!” then you win a prize: A bowl of turkey chili, which only takes about 90 minutes. Continue reading