Sometimes a confluence of events leaves you speechless...
Like this newborn deer that has been hanging around
my parent's neighborhood....
Starting with Friday...
We took our little White Sox kids to see the big White Sox play at The Cell...
Since it was Welles Park Baseball Night,
we got to round the bases via the warning track before the game...
Yep, that's my ugly mug on the Jumbo Tron...
Our seats were upper deck,
same section as my sister in law's season tickets at Wrigley...
As lucky coincidence would have it,
the same beer vendors work The Cell, too...
Tom felt like the big man on campus calling out "Les!" or "Steve!" for a beer.
Too bad it was Miller instead of Bud...
You can't have everything...
Saturday we went for a walk with the kids
and stopped by our favorite corner liquor store to say hi to the owner, Joe.
Tom is like Norm from Cheers, buying his regular 12 pack of Bud...
The kids were angling for a free lollipop,
but I just wanted to greet Joe's cockatoo, Sasha...
Standing a respectful three feet or so from this large white bird
perched on top of the cage, I cooed a sweet hello...
Out of nowhere, Sasha took flight and landed on my shoulder...
Keeping calm, I kept speaking softly, but Sasha was apparently excited to see me
and began to whistle, speak and then squawk
at a volume surely heard in the Aleutian Islands.
Joe was agast and said Sasha has never flown to anyone, nor acted like this...
Jeez, who am I, Dr. Doolittle?
While I appreciated Sasha's warmth and attention,
I was soon to be deaf from her amorous caws.....
After that foray with wildlife, I was ready for a glass
of something fizzy and not available to minors....
The sitter barely saw the back of my jacket
as we dashed for the door and into a cab, headed downtown...
While riding along Michigan Avenue, enjoying the company of my dear husband,
we heard hooting and hollering from outside....
Looking across the street we spied hundreds of naked people on bikes,
riding north...
Let me tell you, all they wore on this chilly night were their Nikes and the rest swung free....
or bounced or jiggled....you get the idea....
We couldn't stop laughing and the Jamaican cab driver was appalled....
It was awesome...
Wish I could have gotten a good photo...
You can sort of make out cycling nakedness....
At Pops For Champagne, we enjoyed some tasty champagne
while watching scores of bachelorette parties stagger down the street
or whoop it up inside the bar....
Not so sure the veil and fuschia boas are so cool anymore....
Maybe I am old and jaded, but class it up a bit, will ya?
Sunday I decided to try my hand at bread baking...
Yeast is not my friend, but I have a cookbook, My Bread, by Jim Lahey, and wanted to try his
famous "No Knead" bread...
My mom found the cast iron pot for me and away I went.
The bread looked ugly and burnt, but dang if it wasn't tasty...
I'll be baking more now that I have a greater yeast confidence.
The bread was a cast member for Lucinda's roast chicken and Everyday food's green bean salad...
Tonight was pork tacos, and the kids and I made Sopapillas for dessert.
Jack felt extra saucy and threw on the chef hat for authenticity....
It's quick, easy and the kids snarfed them down...
Cut flour tortillas into quarters.
Heat 1/2 inch vegetable oil to 350 degrees.
Fry the tortilla quarters until brown.
It's super quick, like 5 seconds.
Drain on brown paper bags.
Dust with sugar and drizzle chocolate sauce.
It's fun, but messy....
in fact,
you might want to make them naked....
or maybe not with the hot oil and all.....
Let's just leave it to those bicyclists......
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