Halloween may seem like a strange holiday to have a food tradition, but there was one in my family.
My mom would always make a big pot of chili for us before we went out trick-or-treating with my dad.
“Something to warm your bellies,” she would always say.
When I grew up and my mother sold her house and no longer had small children or grandchildren to feed, I began carrying on the tradition.
I remember fondly those Halloweens so long ago, marching around my neighborhood in costume with a stomach full of my mom’s chili, but the ones from my adulthood are now much more vivid.
One Halloween, we even sat out on the porch and gave out candy as it was so balmy.
Yes, I even made Halloween chili that warm night.
The Halloweens we carved pumpkins with our exchange daughters and put them on the porch after eating our chili. Having my mom and sometimes my mother-in-law over before my sister-in-law brought her kids in costume.
When my husband went a few weeks ago for what may be the last visit with his mom, my mother-in-law mentioned how she misses my Halloween pot of chili. It was a bittersweet comment, knowing those days are gone for all of us.
It is perhaps the only night of the year I miss living in the suburbs, having friends and family stop by for candy and maybe even a bowl of chili.
Last night, I prepared our traditional first pot of chili for the season, and we nestled in to watch one of my favorite scary movies.
No trick-or-treaters in the woods, but that pot of chili is still a treat in so many ways.
Do you have a food tradition connected with Halloween, or any tradition you’ve carried into adulthood?