For as long as I have lived in Chicago, Thanksgiving morning means a trip to the Christkindlmarket. We wander around, drink mulled wine out of little boots, buy a new ornament for the tree and definitely, absolutely make a stop here:

If there is a better pre-turkey breakfast than apple streudel, I don’t want to know. I LOVE going to the market and looking at the huge Christmas tree in Daley Plaza, all while munching on apple-y gooey goodness.

Tradition means different things to different families and the Christkindlmarket is one of mine that I just adore. What is your favorite?

You can read about last year’s trip to the market here.