My Mom was 100% Czech. For all of my youth (Iowa) I thought I was eating real Texas chili. Until I visited Texas and realized Mom had no idea what she was making. It was a recipe out of a 1950s Betty Crocker book, and it was pretty much spot on Cincinnati style chili. Which because I was raised on it, I like. But, yea. It’s not really chili, it’s just it’s own thing. And I’m 5-way all the way.
Mu mother in Ohio, God Bless her made a chili suitable for convalescing hospital patients.
Thing is, my parents moved to Kansas, which is where I was raised. So, I knew the stuff wasn't Chili, but I really didn't know what it was.
My mother (from Iowa) made the worst chili I have ever eaten. Canned kidney beans, big slimy hunks of canned stewed tomatoes, and practically no spices, just a little McCormick premixed chili powder. It was awful.