For the St. Louis area, the chill in the air (and the pennant race) signifies the beginning of fall. Fall also means football. Whether you’re a college fan or an NFL fan, knowing how to make a good bowl of chili is key to surviving the season. No one knows this better than my dad.
Like clockwork, the first 60-degree day results in me begging my dad to make his famous chili for the upcoming weekend. My dad is a chili purist – meat and beans only, and he has passed on this purity rule on to me. Now that I’m no longer living at home, this past weekend proved a key moment in my adulthood – replicating my father’s delicious recipe.