This time of year, I always fall back to those things that are familiar and comforting. They are my winter traditions (but are great any time of year actually)...
...Roasting chicken on a Sunday. Braising short ribs for hours. Stocking up on soups, stews and sauces for the cold months (when going to the grocery store is simply not an option). Hunkering down in a cozy, candlelit wine bar. Entire weekends spent cooking and under blankets. Sipping whiskey. Reading a book in a weekend. Baking things both savory and sweet. Eating the same dinner you had as an eight year old (Campbell's tomato soup and grilled cheese). Not worrying about that summer detox diet.
When you consider this, a Chicago winter doesn't seem so daunting (at this point).
Blogger's Note: I reserve the right to completely revoke this blog post come February.