Some of my oldest and fondest memories of my early life involve my grandparents' house where I often played, loved and laughed. When my mother remarried we moved about an hour away and I didn't get to see them as often. So on the occasions when I was able to visit them it was an exciting thing. One of Grandma's favorite dishes to cook during the colder months is chili. Everything about this time was special to me, not only because the chili was delicious, but it's a time when my family comes together and enjoys each other's company. Even the memory of that smell of chilli cooking on the stove still makes me think of sweaters, family, warmth and love. I remember my aunt and uncle and grandfather piled onto a tiny couch in my grandparents' apartment.