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Finals…again

“It’s just that I have been through finals four years in a row now…”

“Um, yeah I was there. I was the one taking them.”

Justin is in finals mode…again. And in the years before he had finals, I had finals. Basically, they are a twice-annual occurrence for as long as we have been together. It is a stressful time, more so for Justin than for me of course, but I can feel their weight at home.

This year, I have not been quite as supportive as I usually am for some reason. I still leave him alone to study and write, and protect his time from social obligations that would interfere with his work, but I am missing the mark somehow. Maybe they are so routine that I am feeling like they are no big deal. Not true. I have been whining for Justin to come out an play in the spring with me, but he is focused, and I shouldn’t mess with that. Only one week to go…then only one more year…

Sunday was beautiful, and we went to breakfast outside. It was fun, despite the expression here. You may feel the same way if you were working on something called Secured Transactions Blahschwenblats

Sunday was beautiful, and we went to breakfast outside for the first time this year. It was fun, despite the expression pictured here. You might feel the same way if you were working on something called Secured Transactions Blahwhatsit.

Just look at this. I am not even a pankcake person, but the Katie Cakes from Taste of Heaven do not disappoint. This isn't your average Bob Evan's stack.

Just look at this. I am not even a pancake person, but the Katie Cakes from Taste of Heaven do not disappoint. This isn't your average Bob Evan's stack.

The famouse Puppet Bike was out again. Here is a penguin and gator dancing with my dollar.

The famous Puppet Bike was out in Andersonville again. Here is a penguin and gator dancing with my dollar.

This neighborhood continues to impress me. They even planted my favorite colored hydrangeas along the sidewalks. I wanted these in my wedding bouquet but they weren't in season.

This neighborhood continues to impress me. They even planted my favorite colored hydrangeas along the sidewalks. I wanted these in my wedding bouquet but they weren't in season.

After breakfast, we had to drop off back at home to study, and I planned on going out again...but then napped on the porch with felines.

After breakfast, we had to drop off Justin back at home to study, and I planned on going out again...but then napped on the porch with felines.

Ahh, Winnemac Park. Please note the weeping willow. I hope to eat under that tree when finals are out. For now I was just creepy lady in the park taking pictures of other people's romantic afternoon. Not pictured here is my creepy photos of the kids on the jungle gym.

Ahh, Winnemac Park. Please note the weeping willow. I hope to eat under that tree when finals are all over with. For now, I am just the creepy lady in the park taking pictures of other people's romantic afternoons. Not pictured here are my ultra-creepy photos of the kids on the jungle gym.

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These are Redbud trees for Grandpa. He doesn't use the internet, so he probably won't see them here. They are his favorite though.

These are Redbud trees for Grandpa. They are his favorite. He doesn't use the internet, so he probably won't see them here.

Pressure

Season change=pressure change=storms=major headache. I am loving spring, but not the side effects. I stayed home from work and slept a lot today, but I did go for a little walk to get some fresh air. Andersonville is gorgeous right now. I know I have been posting a lot of foliage, but I can’t help it. I am in love.

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I found the "Andersonville Gardens" that are all along the Ravenswood tracks. Happy little walking trail. Picture perfect.

I found the "Andersonville Gardens" that are all along the Ravenswood tracks. Happy little walking trail. Picture perfect.

Then I slept for a long time…until it was time to make tacos.

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Onion skins again...now in purple!

Onion skins again...now in purple!

This is the third post featuring onion skins. They are just so dang pretty. For some reason, the I <3 Garlic post has the most hits of any individual post on Megagood. I don’t really know why that is. Speaking of site stats…people are searching for interesting things and ending up here.

Weird search engine terms that recently lead people here:

  • “night with train of stars”
  • “green grass baby”
  • “charping dishes” –WHAT?
  • “how to develop inhuman strength”
  • “cat with tiny legs”
  • “amber rain”
  • “chinchilla cat pics”
  • “chinchilla cake”

Divey Deliciousness

Due to some kind of accident on the tracks of the Northline Metra, I had to take an alternate route home last night. Besides the extra walking and transfers, I didn’t mind it too much. A change in daily scenery makes me feel more human. I was going to make dinner, but as I exited the Damen #50 I knew Lebanese food was the only option.

Taste of Lebanon (also known as Totes Lebs) is not someplace I would notice or venture into on my own, but Alex let me in on the secret of this neighborhood gem. It was recently described as “Deeeeleeeshus,” on Yelp. Agreed. The only complaints seem to be that it is not open 24/7.

If you show up there, please do not be frightened by the appearance. It is charmingly dreadful. But I assure you the food and the prices are unbeatable. Bring cash. Eat Chawarma. Ignore the styrofoam food presentation if you can and take it to go.

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Glorious tropical wall mural.

Glorious tropical wall mural.

Sink in dining area under the TV for your hand-cleansing pleasure.

Sink in dining area under the TV for your hand-cleansing pleasure.

Exotic travel photos.

Exotic travel photos.

Simply the best lentil soup I have had.

Simply the best lentil soup I have had.

Chawarma.

Chawarma.

The Day Off

There is a lot happening in this post, so if you are here for the pretty stuff…just scroll.

The Day Off:

Splendid! I did a extraordinary job of enjoying myself all day long. Even though it was cold, the sun was out in a crispy blue sky, which means my mood was at least 40% better than it would have been on a cloudy day.

I did get up early as planned. While the coffee was brewing, Peapod delivered my groceries at 6:20 am. I had spent a whole 5 minutes grocery shopping online the night before. You should try it if you live in Chicago. I will rave about it at length if you want to talk about it in person.

Before Justin left for school with his packed lunch (that would be lost on the Metra within the hour :( ) he read my post from last night as usual. No grammar/spelling mistakes were noted. So I am guessing it was just too early to spot them rather than the post actually being written properly.

I left the house at 9. Camera in tow. Parka as well. It wasn’t too bad out if you stayed on the sunny side of the street. As I enjoyed this sunny street thing, I quickly realized that nothing was going to open until 11. Most of the people I passed this morning before the shops were open were weirdos or dog walkers. Or both. I decided to cut over to the residential Richy McRicherson part of Andersonville and just wander around for awhile. It really is a fantastic place to live if you have the money to be there. A little nest of nice in the middle of a busy city. Most of the houses and yards are gorgeous, with the exception of the exceptionally bright blue one. I have included that for your viewing pleasure/confusion.

Cold/Red/Snot face was threatening to settle in, so I hopped back over to Clark and into the Taste of Heaven restaurant across from the Brown Elephant resale store. I ate the world’s best cherry scone as I waited. Please go eat it. No butter is needed. If you don’t like cherries, the woman who served it to me also recommended the blackberry. There are about 6 other flavors as well. If you are there after noon, eat the Jeanine cake. I actually would have eaten it this morning, but it wasn’t an option yet. Madness.

I sat at the sunny counter, eating my cherry scone companion and sipping a perfectly crafted latte. Watched the weirdos and dogs go by. When I started to spot normal neighborhood people and some children, I realized that the shops were now open.  I went from Brown Elephant, then to Brownstone Antiques, across to Women and Children’s Bookstore, and then Foursided and Marguerite gardens.

Curiosities were plenty, cats in store windows were adorable, and treasures were gathered. No one got mad at me for photographing anything, and the sun kept me warm. Flowers were bought along with a milk glass pedestal bowl, a flashcard with 6 rabbits on it, a tiny squirrel figurine (50 cents!), a bud vase, large quantities of potent catnip, a book about vampires (Ann Rice instead of Stephanie Meyer…it was 50 cents!), and a cute cosmetic canister with gold stars on it. The four hour wandering of my neighborhood was a happiness success. I think the highlight of the adventure was the sign on the piano at the Brown Elephant that begged the idiot public to have sense before banging on the keys. The creepy award for the trip goes to the weird part taxidermy horse that was on sale for $800 at the Brownstone Antique store. I didn’t get a good angle because I was rushing to get away from it. So nasty.

At home, the cats were eager to get drunk on the catnip I had brought them. Porpus really went at it. She rolled in the sun and nip for sometime, while Schween stole remnants from the sidelines. She then batted at her own shadow while Porp passed out in the background. I also wanted to hang out in the sun, so I sat in a warm spot—sans catnip—and read about vampires. The rest of the afternoon involved a sun nap, orange soda, Jeopardy and brownies.

Curry brownies! Made like regular brownies from scratch, but with the addition of coconut and curry. Based on my favorite chocolate from Vosges. They turned out really well, but I would make a few changes next time. I will type up the recipe when it is perfected.

The evening ended with italian sausage soup with tortellini. My favorite. Justin’s picture of happiness for the day I am sure. Soup coma followed the meal. Souuuuup. mmmmmllllllaah. Seriously.

Here are the 48 pictures of happiness narrowed down from a about 457328549. Favorites are enlarged. Woot!

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Cherry Scone from Taste of Heaven.

Cherry Scone from Taste of Heaven.

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PLEASE

Rarr. Foursided Dino in flashcards display.

Rarr. Foursided Dino in flashcards display.

Drunk kitteh

Drunk kitteh

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Curry is in the foreground. Now in my belly.

Curry is in the foreground. Now in my belly.

Not Mushy

I am not a mushy person.* And Valentines Day as a holiday does not particularly excite me. But love does, and so does food. So since Valentines Day is supposed to involve both of these things, we can get along. Although I don’t know why you would reserve just one day of year for this excitement. If you don’t recognize love (romantic or otherwise), enjoy food, or dine out unless Hallmark tells you to, then Valentines Day may possibly be a very important holiday to you. Maybe you also would go nuts over a Vermont Teddy Bear, Jane Seymour’s Eternal Hearts necklace, or the dreaded Cupcake in Bloom. Someone is getting that crap. And someone is thrilled about it. Pleh.

Here is my effort at being cute for yesterday’s breakfast:

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"It's A HEART. Geez."

Justin: "Did you nom a bite out of my egg samich?" Me: "It's A HEART. Geez."

So I tried.

We decided to go to In Fine Spirits for dinner and drinks. We hadn’t been there since the summer. *Sigh.* It was June. They had their lovely patio opened up at the back of the restaurant. I can remember having a Blanc Bombshell flight out in the sun with a scrumptious pairing of cheeses on a lazy Saturday afternoon. I think I would pay $1,000 if someone could fast forward time to May, when all of Chicago goes completely out of their heads on the day that patios open up city-wide. We love our dining alfresco.

Back to mid-February: Justin and I ordered a couple reds from the extensive wine menu. The Rioja I had in my glass was the winner. I wish I could describe it properly. Oaky and dry I think. Like smoked wood? It perfectly complimented our plate of Roaring 40s Blue (King Island, Australia), Chorizo (Palacios, Spain), and Sunset Bay goats milk (River’s Edge, Oregon). The second I bit into the Roaring 40s Blue and had a sip of wine directly following, my eyes became squinty, twinkly and a bit blurry. I think Justin calls it my happy-food-place-face?

Wine, small plates, and a pretty tin ceiling.

Wine, small plates, and a pretty tin ceiling.

We followed up the cheese with small tapas style plates of roasted chicken tartine with provolone, celeriac rémoulade, tomato marmalade, followed by meatballs with sake-braised bok choy, soy, ginger, and roasted cauliflower with brussels sprouts, bacon lardon, pine nut, golden raisin. With the exception of one husband-approved brussel sprout, I finished the roasted cauliflower plate without much sharing. It was my first taste of brussel sprouts ever! And I love them! And they weren’t mushy at all!

Brussel sprouts! Not Mushy! A whole page in the menu for cheese! Entire water flasks for our table alone. No ice!

Brussel sprouts! Not Mushy! A whole page in the menu for cheese! Entire water flasks for our table alone. No ice!

Any restaurant that gives me the whole water pitcher/flask/decanter and leaves it on the table gets major bonus points. Anyone that has spent more than 10 minutes with me in person is aware that I drink more water than thought humanly possible. During a week-long a photo shoot with my lovely former boss-lady Anne (hi, Anne!), I probably frightened the crew with my ability to clear an entire water pallet from Sam’s in less than two days. While driving back to the hotel one night, I freaked out about not having any water (and chap stick?) within arm’s reach and made her pull over to the nearest gas station so I could buy 2 liters of the good stuff. I went to bed with the bottles full on the nightstand, and woke up with them thrown onto the hotel floor, completely empty. I am a sleep drinker apparently.

Although I love water, I am not a fan of ice. It inhibits me from drinking water as fast as I would like, and causes brain freeze. It also makes the food and wine less tasty when the mouth is frozen. So I would rather not have it. So bonus points to In Fine Spirits for not having ice water.

Also, bonus points to the entire country of Italy for also never serving me ice. It is one of the top reasons I wouldn’t be mad if I had to move there someday.

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*A note about not being a mushy person. I am an ENTP that needs to rein in the “T” (thinking) and concentrate on developing the “F”(feeling) side a lot more. Things that help with the “F”: kittens, babies, heart-shaped egg samiches, and an encouraging INTJ husband who is more in touch with his “F” than I am. I will try harder. <3

Not What You Think

Last night, Justin and I went to the Hopleaf for dinner! Then we got to the hostess who let us know that it was a 2 hour wait.

So then we decided to go to Andies for dinner! It is not what you think. The website…yes..kind of bad. The restaurant decor….yes…really bad. The red light bulbs and roses for Valentines day…cheesy. BUT the food is so good. Every time I have been there, my satisfied tummy leaves no room for complaint. We started with a couple wine flights that are served in a cheesy little curly wire plant-stand looking thing. The glasses are miniature. Please note the daintiness of the glass in Justin’s hand. The presentation is cheesy…but the wine was good.

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Big man. Little teensy glass.

Big man. Little teensy glass.

We were not there for the wine though. The menu is a little overwhelming, and has many fold out panels that open. There are at least two supplemental loose leaf inserts as well. I am convinced that you can order anything on the extensive list of mouth watering Mediterranean dishes. If you find something gross, please call me from the restaurant and I will be there within 5 minutes to slap you. You are clearly a liar and don’t know good food. I will then buy your dinner from you and eat it with pleasure.

The red lighting didn’t really provide a ton of light, and I refuse to use the flash in a restaurant. So the actual meal photo is a bit shaky. I am also very excited to eat it, so only took a fuzzy shot or two. (Note: Since I have been taken my new camera into restaurants, I must appear to be working for a publication that is reviewing the place. Because I have been visited by the manager to ask how the meal is, service is flawless, the food delicious, presentation gorgeous and quick to come out of the kitchen. I am NOT what they think I am. Although I suppose I am reviewing the place in a way, just not for a “real” publication).

Moroccan Chicken with Apricot Breast of chicken grilled with vegetables, garbanzo. Moroccan spices, apricot sauce. Side of dill rice. Bad lighting, shaky hand.

Moroccan Chicken with Apricot: Breast of chicken grilled with vegetables, garbanzo. Moroccan spices, apricot sauce. Side of dill rice. Bad lighting, shaky hand.

Justin had the Sha‑Wer-Ma homemade lebanese style gyros with tahini sauce. He loved it. At the end of the meal, we noticed there was still bread left in the basket which means the meal was fantastic. Rarely do we leave the bread alone. I have probably only seen this happen 3 times in our eating career.

Rare leftover bread sighting.

Rare leftover bread sighting.

So at this point I would usually refuse a dessert menu and ask for the check. But sometime during the time line of restaurant evolution, the dessert tray/cart tactic was born. It is beautiful and irresistible to most humans. Pomegranate cheesecake was promptly ordered. The tartness of the pom, the cinnamon and nutmeg spiced crust, and rich smoothness of the filling marry together into a piece of dessert perfection that is unique and memorable. It was also very good looking on the plate… for the 1/2 second life it had before we devoured it.

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Eggs and Puppets

My mom came to Andersonville for brunch this morning, and we decided to try Big Jones for the first time. As we walked up Clark Street we couldn’t help but notice the weather was a wonderful balmy 34 degrees!! Marvelous. Sadly, I am not being the least bit sarcastic.

The menu at Big Jones is “Coastal Southern Cuisine” and perfect for a winter brunch. Andouille & Sweet Potato Biscuits, Shrimp & Grits, a Creole Cream Cheese Omelet, and the Fried Green Tomato BLT are all options for you to gorge on before noon. I am not sure I could handle this in the summer, although there are some lighter options on the menu…kind of. The meal starts out with a little plate of fried dough pastries rolled in powdered sugar. Beignets perhaps? They are melt-in-your-mouth good, and have a sneaking hint of bacon grease….mmm. Like carnival food, without the nastiness of a carnival. The cups of coffee (and portions) are HUGE, the atmosphere is cozy but lively, and the music is vintage soul. I will have to go back with a huge appetite and try dinner.

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5347 N Clark

Sweet fluffy deep-fried lump of good (evil?)

Sweet fluffy deep-fried lump of good (evil?)

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Breakfast Burrito, Chicken-Fried Steak Special, and Eggs New Orleans (Lump crab cakes on fresh popovers with poached eggs, béarnaise sauce, and potatoes O'Brien)

Breakfast Burrito, Chicken-Fried Steak Special, and Eggs New Orleans (Lump crab cakes on fresh popovers with poached eggs, béarnaise sauce, and potatoes O'Brien)

Good peoples of Chicago eating good foods of Chicago

Good peoples of Chicago eating good foods of Chicago

I have rarely been to brunch where the conversation was lacking. Often the meaning of life, the future, and what your want to be when you “grow up” are topics. Something about the time of day, the extravagant dishes, and caffeine excitement I think. And nothing beats a multi-hour patio brunch in the summer. With a mimosa. 3 1/2 months to go I think.

On our walk home, we were lucky enough to see the Puppet Bike in midst of an always stellar performance. It is often spotted along Clark Street in Andersonville or downtown by Millennium Park. Always welcome sight. If  you haven’t seen the Puppet Bike, you haven’t really lived. If you take a picture of the Puppet Bike, or any street kind of street performer, give them a tip. Otherwise it is kind of stealing and you are most likely being a bad tourist. I am not one to preach, but don’t be an ass.

Happiness is a bike-towed mini puppet theatre with performing squirrels

Happiness is a bike-towed mini puppet theatre with performing squirrels

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Sweet ride.

Sweet ride.

Local Foliage

Guess what is growing in Chicago! Stuff that looks like this:

Fresh picked from the corner of Foster and Ashland. Glorious.

Fresh picked from the corner of Foster and Ashland. Glorious.

I had a haircut this morning at at Sine Qua Non salon with a stylist named Stevie. She was wonderful, and I will be faithful to her. Finally. I am also so happy to have found another Andersonville independently-owned business that I can frequent and be thrilled about.

Next door to the salon is Marguerite Gardens. I would live there if possible. Next time I go I will bring my camera and post the goodness up here. I get all my flowers from this shop, unless I can pick peonies or lilies from my backyard. But it is tragic back there at the moment. I haven’t been in the backyard in months, especially since trash removal is not my thing.

During the spring and summer I always have fresh flowers in the kitchen and entryway. Sadly, I haven’t had flowers since October. This needed to be remedied. In the spirit of crawling out of my winter slump, I stopped into Marguerite and assembled this arrangement for myself. Color like this will not be seen growing outside for another 6 months.

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I did this little photoshoot on the back porch, which is still off limits this time of year. Porpus got excited and jumped at the chance to escape. Excuse her squintiness, but she hasn’t seen the sun in months. Porp (aka Norpus) is a Florida kitty and would like nothing more than to roast in a wicker chair in the sun. She’s still out there right now even though it is currently 9 degrees outside. I should check on her.

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Yesterday, I had a dentist appointment in the late afternoon, so I got to come home on the train a little early. As I was walking home from the train at about 3:45, I had a sudden burst of happiness. It was still light out on my walk home! This hasn’t happened for months. Yes, I was cheating by a couple hours. But this early arrival allowed me to remember that the days will get longer, there will be a few hours of daylight left when I get home from work, and it will get warmer….someday. The whole idea of sun after work, made me remember how awesome the long days of summer are in Chicago. As my mind raced with thoughts of sandals, dining on patios, and opening up my windows, I almost forgot that it was the coldest day I had ever lived on the planet.

Here is my walk home in the light of day:

About to turn the final corner. If you squint and just look at the sunny blue sky, you can imagine what it may be like in June. Kind of.

About to turn the final corner. If you squint and just look at the sunny blue sky, you can imagine what it may be like in June. Kind of.

This is when I started thinking about patios. I am not delusional. Squint.

This is when I started thinking about patios. I am not delusional. Squint.

In the shade, but the spark had already been ignited. Thinking about farmer's market tomatoes by now.

In the shade now, but the spark had already ignited the imagination. Thinking about farmer's market tomatoes by now.

Oh man! Remember when you could eat lunch outside by the river? And it was actually too hot? I vow never to complain about being too hot again.

Oh man! Remember when you could eat lunch outside by the river? And it was actually too hot? I vow never to complain about being too hot again.

Brunch outside! Street festivals! Green grass!

Brunch outside! Street festivals! Green grass!

(I am a bit silly, but I like to ring the doorbell when I get home so Justin answers the door to greet me.) Roof decks! Window shopping! Porpus laying by the peonies in the sun!

(I am a bit silly, but I like to ring the doorbell when I get home so Justin answers the door to greet me.) Roof decks! Window shopping! Porpus laying by the peonies in the sun!

"Is coming home your happiness today?" Trees with leaves! Parks! Dogs walking without boots on! Margaritas!

"Is coming home your happiness today?" Trees with leaves! Parks! Dogs walking without boots on! Margaritas!

Thanks for walking home with me.

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This is the corner in my living room that I find myself staring at every day. Often without realizing it. Just one of those comfortable stares, where you can’t take your eyes away cause they are so cozy and not really interested in moving on. Much like not wanting to get out of the warm cozy bed with memory foam mattress, down comforter and soft sheets early on a January morning. To walk in the cold. To go to spin class while it is still dark.

I just got home from a long night at work, but I would feel neglectful to yesterday’s happy photo if I went to bed without posting the poor little guy. This corner features one of the floor lamps that I was talking about here. It’s friends are two floor vases that I bought at one of my favorite local spots, Andersonville Galleria. It is basically a larger store that many different local Chicago artists and merchants rent space within. There are about 20 little “booths” or “nooks” within the store. It allows smaller merchants to sell in a high rent neighborhood which is great.

Sometimes I bring my old lady/homeless city cart in there. I am sure they are a bit annoyed. But not as annoyed at the people that endured my “lets take the Christmas tree on the Clark bus” ride.