We live about 2 hours from my in-laws.  When the weather gets cold we can count on heading that way at least one weekend each month.  Hunting season starts.   The men trudge out at 4:30 am and we sleep snugly under fuzzy blankets until the sun comes peeking in the windows.  We emerge in slippers to a pot of coffee and a batch of pancakes off the griddle and spend the day doing crafts, playing with Playdough, and preparing a yummy dinner for when they return.   One of my favorites is my mother-in-laws chili.  There’s something about a big pot of chili on a Sunday afternoon to fill up…