Every year on Halloween, my mom would whip up a pot of this chili. It would cook all day and the smell of the chili would fill the entire house. Even today when I smell chili cooking, it takes me back to my childhood and having a warm, full belly before heading out to go trick-or-treating.
Unfortunately not every one in our family loved chili . . . the rule was that you had to finish your bowl of chili before you could go trick-or-treating. Our sister Elyse was never able to join us for the first couple of houses because she was crying over her bowl of uneaten chili. I think that her taste buds have finally evolved and she now makes this chili for her family on Halloween night.
Mom's Slow Cooker Chili (our Halloween Tradition!)