We’ve broken tradition the last few years. The kids are moved out and married, so instead of contributing to the who’s-visiting-whom-and-when deliberations, for the last few years we’ve been doing a Thanksgiving brunch. No turkey to fight with (before OR after the meal), no monster leftovers to cram in the fridge. Nothing if the traditional variety, just a kitchen full of the usual late breakfast fare. At least until this year, when I got the bright idea to add a turkey chili to the menu. Ground turkey, diced up spicy chicken sausage, and all the other stuff that I can’t tell you or I’d have to kill you. Served with (or over) a hunk of corn bread, topped with diced onions and cheese, and your palate is in heaven. Let me just say, I’ve yet to taste anything anywhere as good as my chili, and this one ended up being one of my better creations. I think I’ve started a new non-traditional tradition.