Okay. I know what you’re thinking. (Because, along with the rest of my vast array of talent, I am also a reader of minds. It’s amazing.)
You’re thinking, Really? She’s doesn’t even HAVE kids. I’m so done with this. Someone go make me a sandwich. Read the rest of this gem…
The handle wouldn’t turn.
Shi– oot.
I’d promised myself that here, I wasn’t going to swear.
A culinary vacation. I’m (finally) embracing the unknown and good things are happening. Very good things. Read the rest of this gem…
Pasta, Paninis, And Meat Of Questionable Ethical Origin. Justin and I explore Eataly in downtown Chicago. Read the rest of this gem…
I’ve been lucky enough to eat some pretty incredible breakfast foods all across the midwest — and they all had one pretty major thing in common. Read the rest of this gem…
In which I proceed to eat the entire city of Chicago. I love culinary tours!
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First, I just have to say — naming Millennium Park “Millennium Park” was a massive faux pas on the part of Chicago’s city planners (or whoever ultimately named the thing), because wow. Doesn’t it just sound dated? Like, the millennium was over fourteen years ago, guys. Read the rest of this gem…
A plush, simplistic stay at The James Chicago. Also, I’m getting old.
Destinations: Cleveland, Port Clinton, Kalamazoo, Chicago, Kenosha, Sparta, Menomonie
Well.
I’m back home safe and sound. Did you miss me? I missed you. Read the rest of this gem…
Destination: Rosemary Beach, Florida
You know, it just hit me — just last night, like a fist to the cheekbone — that I’m going to be seeing my brother, my sister, and my father over the course of a week starting Thursday, and that seeing all three of them in such close proximity of timing is a rarity rated up there with lightning strikes and Nessie sightings. Read the rest of this gem…