I’m fresh back from a trip to the Twin Cities, where I drank a lot of beer and rode uphill a bunch on a heavy bike. It occurred to me
Is there a more perfect food than the coconut? So tasty and miraculously healthy, it seems like it was placed on this earth by the gods to cure every ailment
On Thursday, Mom, Sister and I had a little touristy outing. My mom has been wanting to visit the Farmer’s Market in Daley Plaza for a while, and Vanessa heard
I’m in the market for a new bike. I love the one I have dearly: she really is the sweetest bike I’ve ever seen, and I’m so lucky I get
I’m on a full-on popsicle-making kick. If you think about it, popsicles are the perfect medium for flavor experimentation: all you need is a blender, molds, and a little inspiration.
If you know me at all, or have even scrolled through my blog, there’s one thing you know about me for sure: I love food. Let me clarify: I love
I don’t like ice cream. But I love all other manner of frozen treats, including gelato and popsicles. I have taken to upon myself to personally try every frozen yogurt
Know what’s fun? Boat rides. Especially boat rides to another continent.
Ah, summer in Chicago. It brings sweaty porch beers, unbearable heat waves and–my favorite–street festivals. I missed a couple of my faves while in Europe, but was lucky enough to
One day, I woke up. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and I was feeling particularly invigorated. “Yes,” I thought. “Today is Bazaar Day.”
