Veggie night

This has been one of the most scheduled summers I've had in a long time. Tuesday and Wednesday are running nights, Thursday was softball night, and Monday is veggie night--a mad dash to cook, preserve, and eat the weekly bounty of fresh organic vegetables from our CSA.

It's quite a challenge, but I love cooking and finding new ways to make good use out of things.
But with only few days at home this week (camping trip ho!), it was emergency time when I came home with this week's overflowing box.

So I dried:

































Slawed:
















Blanched and froze:

















Pickled:























and Roasted:

















All in about two hours. (I also made some mac 'n' cheese for the leftover broccoli.) I hope the Chinese eggplant, tomatoes, potatoes, onions, green beans, and summer squash I didn't get to can make it until next week.

Our laptop may be dead...

But it still makes for a warm nap.

Books by category

This is how I categorize the books I've read in my head. I think it may be more helpful that than just a chronological list.

Updated January 2008

Australia (colonialism)
The Secret River - Kate Grenville

Boy books (books that are manly)
*An Abundance of Katherines - John Green
Love is a Mix Tape - Rob Sheffield
I love you Beth Cooper - Larry Doyle
Heat - Bill Buford
Cabin Pressure: One Man's Futile Attempt to Recapture His Youth as a Camp Counselor - Josh Wolk
*American Born Chinese - Gene Luen Yang
The Discomfort Zone - Jonathan Franzen

England
Black Swan Green - David Mitchell
Mansfield Park - Jane Austen
Austenland - Shannon Hale
Mary Reilly - Valerie Martin
*On Chesil Beach - Ian McEwan
Three Bags Full: A Sheep Detective Novel by Leonie Swann
The Water's Lovely by Ruth Rendell

Faith
Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith - Anne Lamott

Friendships, relationships
Frenemies - Megan Crane
Austenland - Shannon Hale
The Sweet Edge by Alison Pick
Literacy and Longing in L.A. - Jennifer Kaufman and Karen Mack
The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards
Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen
The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox by Maggie O'Farrell
*Let the northern lights erase your name by Vendela Vida

Graphic novels
*American Born Chinese - Gene Luen Yang
Cancer Vixen - Marisa Acocella Marchetto
Girl Stories - Lauren Weinstein
The Plain Janes - Cecil Castellucci and Jim Rugg

Health issues (memoir)
*Poster Child: A Memoir - Emily Rapp
Waking: A memoir of trauma and transcendence - Matthew Sanford
Gaining: The truth about life after eating disorders - Aimee Liu
*Crashing Through: A True Story of Risk, Adventure, and the Man Who Dared to See - Robert Kurson
Cancer Vixen - Marisa Acocella Marchetto
Born on a Blue Day: Inside the Extraordinary Mind of an Autistic Savant - Daniel Tammet
Second Opinions: Stories of intuition and choice in a changing world of medicine - Jerome Groopman
Warm Springs: Traces of a Childhood at FDR's Polio Haven by Susan Richards Shreve
Identical Strangers: A memoir of twins separated and reunited by Elyse Schein and Paula Bernstein

Illustrated
*An Encyclopedia of Ordinary Life - Amy Krouse Rosenthal

Impending Motherhood
*If you lived here - Diana Sachs
Great with child: Letters to a young mother - Beth Ann Fennelly
Waiting for Daisy: A Tale of Two Continents, Three Religions, Five Infertility Doctors, an Oscar, an Atomic Bomb, a Romantic Night - Peggy Orenstein

Interesting jobs (memoir)
Heat - Bill Buford
Candy Girl: A year in the life of an unlikely stripper - Diablo Cody
*Dishwasher: One Man's Quest to Wash Dishes in All Fifty States - Pete Jordan
Cabin Pressure: One Man's Futile Attempt to Recapture His Youth as a Camp Counselor - Josh Wolk
The Best of Friends: Two women, two continents, and one enduring friendship - Sara James and Ginger Mauney
Here if you need me: A true story by Kate Braestrup

India
The Inheritance of Sorrow - Kiran Desai

Japan
The Doctor's Wife- Ariyoshi Sawako
Waiting for Daisy: A Tale of Two Continents, Three Religions, Five Infertility Doctors, an Oscar, an Atomic Bomb, a Romantic Night - Peggy Orenstein
Bento Box in the Heartland: My Japanese Girlhood in Whitebread America - Linda Furiya

Married life
*Two in a Bed - Paul Rosenblatt
Two-part invention: The story of a marriage - Madeline L'Engle

Minnesota interest
Boundary Waters: The Grace of the Wild - Paul Gruchow
*Poster Child: A Memoir - Emily Rapp
Candy Girl: A year in the life of an unlikely stripper - Diablo Cody
Waking: A memoir of trauma and transcendence - Matthew Sanford
The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse - Louise Erdrich

Outdoor Adventure/Appreciation
Two in the Wild - Susan Fox Rogers
Boundary Waters: The Grace of the Wild - Paul Gruchow
*Deep survival : who lives, who dies, and why : true stories of miraculous endurance and sudden death by Laurence Gonzales

Montana/pioneers
Hattie Big Sky - Kirby Larson

Native Americans
The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse - Louise Erdrich

Mystery/Crime/Suspense (in that they are these things, but they'd never be shelved as such)
Unseen - Mari Jungstedt
Snow Blind - P.J. Tracy
Nineteen Minutes - Jodi Picoult
*The Spellman Files - Lisa Lutz
The Princess of Burundi - Kjell Ericksson
Mary Reilly - Valerie Martin
Three Bags Full: A Sheep Detective Novel by Leonie Swann
*The Water's Lovely by Ruth Rendell

Running
The looniness of the long distance runner - Russell Taylor

Scandinavia
Astrid and Veronika - Linda Olsson
Shyness and Dignity - Dag Solstad
Unseen - Mari Jungstedt
Out Stealing Horses - Per Petterson
The Princess of Burundi - Kjell Ericksson

Science Fiction/Fantasy
Life as we knew it - Susan Beth Pfeffer
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - J.K. Rowling

Social/political issues
The Omnivore's Dilemma - Michael Pollan
*The Girls Who Went Away: The Hidden History of Women Who Surrendered Children for Adoption in the Decades Before Roe v. Wade - Ann Fessler
Without a Map - Meredith Hall
Partly Cloudy Patriot - Sarah Vowell
Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A year of food life, by Barbara Kingsolver
Gluten Free Girl by Shauna James Ahern
The simple home : the luxury of enough by Sarah Nettleton and Frank Edgerton Martin

Teen girls/Girls coming of age
The Boy Book- E. Lockhart
*Special Topics in Calamity Physics - Marisha Pessl
Girl Stories - Lauren Weinstein
The Plain Janes - Cecil Castellucci and Jim Rugg
Dangerously Alice - Phyllis Naylor
Fourth Comings - Megan McCafferty
Understood Betsy by Dorothy Canfield Fisher
Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume
Everything I Needed to Know About Being a Girl I Learned from Judy Blume by Jennifer O'Connell, et al

WWII
Survival in Auschwitz - Primo Levi
Stones from the River - Ursula Hegi

Books I wouldn't recommend
Falling boy - Alison McGhee
I like you: Entertaining under the influence - Amy Sedaris
Girls - Frederick Busch
Pretty Little Mistakes - Heather McElhatton
Cancer Vixen - Marisa Acocella Marchetto
The Lost: The Search for Six of Six Million - Daniel Mendelsson
Swapping Lives - Jane Green
The Headmaster Ritual by Taylor Antrim
The Jane Austen Book Club by Karen Joy Fowler

The last person in the world to sign up for Twin Cities

I said my legs needed a break. That I was excited to do more yoga. That I was tired of having my weekends filled up by long runs.

But I was fooling myself.

I lasted one week without run club. It sucked.

Because here's what has happened frequently during the last six months:
1. Come home from work a. tired or crabby or b. wearied by some life problem
2. Drag self to run club
3. Arrive home feeling happy and strong
And I was scared about not having steps 2 and 3 in my life anymore.

So I took a hard look at why I hadn't signed up for the Twin Cities Marathon in October, and discovered it was two things:

1. Not wanting to steal thunder from good friend and first time marathoner KC
2. Feeling like Grandma's was such a big deal for me and so many people graciously listened to me blabber on about it... and worrying that people would think I would demand the same amount of attention again.

But when I really thought about it, I knew #1 wasn't that big of deal, and #2, well, is pretty stupid, too.

So I really couldn't have procrastinated any longer. The race has been closed for over a month, but my run club gets a handful of guaranteed entries, and even then, I had waited until there were only two left.

This is not like me. I am a planner. I make lists.

So here I am, spending my Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Sundays at run club again. I even agreed to be a pace group leader.

How does this turn of events leave me feeling?
Happy. And strong.

Note: I wrote this post two weeks ago... please excuse the delay in posting.

Inner air conditioning

One and a half months of summer are officially gone, but lo! there is still time to take summer by the reins and keep it from galloping out of control into fall.

And what better way to celebrate it than with cold press coffee.
























Cold press coffee "tastes like coffee smells like it will taste," as my mother-in-law so brilliantly put it. Without the bitter edge created by heat, you taste all of the caramel-y and fruity and mellow flavors in the coffee.

And it is insultingly easy to make that I can't even deign to call it a "recipe." Mix ground coffee (fill grinder to full) and water (4 cups). Let sit overnight. Strain and add 4 more cups water (or water and some milk). Drink all morning long because hey, it's meant to be cold.

There is still time for happy hours on bar patios and bike rides with ice cream stops. But hurry! August has the illusion of being summer, but with all of it's back-to-school urgency and busy-ness, it's not to be trusted.

Making the Founding Fathers proud

It's National Patriotic Holiday again, and as usual we're cramming as many people into my cabin as possible. It used to be that to merit a bedroom you had to be part of a couple; now with all the kids (4 this year!) the ante is upped and Husband and I will soon find ourselves on the porch (or worse: in the garage) if we don't start reproducing.

With the 4th on a Wednesday (how unpatriotic!) and my brother in the BWCA (practically in Canada, traitor!), and with two infants, the weekend promises to be a bit different this year. It's only a hunch, but I'm guessing that less time will be spent
1. drinking

2. tubing

3. playing with fire

Which sounds pretty good to me. Relaxing sounds much more appealing than the usual game of Consume-All-the-Required-Drinks-While-Still-Remaining-Upright! (Having my brother off wandering through the woods helps, because his Bloody Marys and Pina Coladas are considered a must. And it's not like the rounds of shots are optional, either.)

So here's to hoping the weekend doesn't contain poison ivy and emergency room trips (like in '04) or speeding tickets (like in '05).

Extra innings

I'm playing first base. The hit - it's a fly ball, coming to me! I back up, back up, back, back, back... stretch out my arm ... nearly there ... and ...

thunk!

My hand lands solidly on Husband's face.

Oh dear.

"Sorry!" I mumble sheepishly, before turning over and falling back asleep.

Vacation Diaries, Day 10: Marathon!

My last vacation day of the Vacation Diaries challenge was one that I had planned for a long time -- taking Friday off to go up to Duluth for Grandma's Marathon on Saturday.

Worst thing about the race: The weather. It was already hot and humid when the race started at 7:30. By mile 2 I was covered in sweat. The sun was unrelenting, and there weren't any clouds or shade to offer reprieve.

Best thing about the race: The community support and that the race was extremely well organized. The people from Two Harbors to Duluth were awesome, and the city of Duluth really turns out and does an amazing job.

Favorite T-shirts slogans worn by fellow runners:

I'm with stupid (arrows pointing in all directions)

I have to poop

Favorite cheers from the crowd:

Mile 16 - Don't feel bad about the heat, you'll do better next year!

Mile 18 - You're almost there!

Lowest point: At mile 17, realizing that I was alone and would be running the next 9.2 miles by myself

Highest point: Seeing my family seven times, which is so AMAZING it deserves capital letters and a medal and finisher T-shirt of their own. Seeing friends KS, GR, and RL at Mile 25 (and nearly equally as great, distracting myself during Miles 19-25 by idly looking for them).



















Most frustrating point: That damn finish line! It's short sequences of two blocks, two blocks, two blocks, over and over, and each one does not yield the finish line.

Final time — 4:22!

Most proud: Of running the whole thing at a steady pace and feeling good the whole time.

Of course, I want to do it again, but I think I should probably take a break. I also realize that I was incredibly lucky -- with the heat you're just doing your best to guess how much water and gu you need. Next time it could easily be me puking on the side of the street or hobbling on cramped legs.

Blood test #2

I haven't talked very much about volunteering to be a kidney donor for my aunt because it seemed like I should wait until it was official. But it's been on my mind a lot the past few months... and even for the past few years, as I first volunteered three or four years ago. (My uncle (her husband) and my grandma have also donated kidneys to her, but because of a strange blood clot issue, both kidneys died).

I didn't volunteer because I wanted to make some grand noble gesture, I did it because of logic. As someone young, healthy, and closely related but not too closely related, it seemed to me that I was the best option. And sure, I might get some nice presents afterward and get to lie around eating ice cream.

I had my first blood test a few weeks ago -- I passed, but not really because I was a stellar match, but mostly because modern technology could overcome the deficiencies.

I went in for my second blood test earlier this week. If I passed, the final step in the donor screening process would be a trip to Mayo for a lengthy examination.

Test #2: Six vials of blood to test the antibody reaction

When you're young and healthy, it's hard to imagine failing any medical test, even ones that have nothing to do with your relative fitness. So I was surprised and disappointed to hear that I had failed. The antibodies in my aunt's blood reacted too strongly to my blood.

So after preparing myself for the scar, the surgery, the two weeks off from work, and the lifetime ban from playing football, I find myself with a free schedule, and the knowledge that I'll still be able to wear bikinis. (I was still going to, of course, because who cares, but now I won't have to think about).

It's not my fault that I didn't pass, but I still feel sad.

Please tell me

Please tell me that I'm not the only woman to come home, kick off my heels, tear off my button-down blouse, and sink into a bath? Or collapse on the couch with a G&T? Or throw myself in a book with a martini and maybe some good cheese? Or dive into bed and hide under the covers with no drink but also no clothes?

How do women with children do it? After being Madam Boss and Ms. Project Leader and Chief Coordinator of Scary Projects all day, sometimes I need to come home and be 17. 

28

I got some amazing gifts for my birthday this year -- I was truly spoiled by both expense and thoughtfulness -- but I couldn't help taking a picture of this perfect little gift.

I'll hardly be able to stop admiring them to eat them. And what to make? What form will allow for their greatest appreciation? Everything -- scrambled, saladed, quiched, deviled -- sounds sacrilege, yet at the same time, divine.

Compost

I’m embarrassed to admit it took us this long, but we finally got around to getting a compost bin.

“You can’t have a compost bin in the city!” my mom fretted. “The raccoons! The smell!”

I heeded her warnings for awhile, but then realized that since the county sells us compost bins at reduced prices, surely they know what they're doing. So I ordered one.



















Until a recent farmer's market-fueled cooking frenzy expanded its diet, the bin relied a heavily on two H family staples: lime wedges and coffee grounds.

So I guess I ran a marathon!

Everything I'd ever heard about running marathons was about the wall you'd hit at Mile 21. About the blood and tears, the pain and the cursing.

So I was in disbelief at the Med-City Marathon on Sunday, when my only tears were from laughing and the only time I doubled over was with the giggles. Dubbed the "party pack" by the water stop volunteers, our mobile party of 12 goo-gel- and endorphin-high runners whooped, told sex stories, heckled volunteers, and cheered on other runners for 26.2 miles. Part of our giddiness came from the success we were having with a new running strategy. Since it was a training marathon, we wanted to take it easy, and decided to try out 6-and-1s (stopping every six minutes for a one-minute walk) instead of 10-and-1s (once every 10 minutes). The rumor around the run club is that running guru Galloway said that 6-and-1s are really the way to do a marathon, but no one we knew had tried it.

We were stopping every six minutes to walk (crazy!) and running at a slower pace than we usually do, but it soon became clear we were maintaining a 4:30 pace (my goal time for the real marathon). Sure enough, we crossed the finish line at 4:32! Chatting, laughing, and hooting up to the end.

Afterward, wearing our medals and chugging Gatorade, we all stood there, sort of stunned, emotionally detached since this wasn't our real marathon. But proud nonetheless, and knowing that we had been part of something amazing.

Then we split for our respective hotel rooms to lay around in ice.

I've embarked on an intense (and ice-filled) rehab regimen to get these legs back in shape to do it again in three weeks.

And this time, I'm pushing it 'til we get to blood and tears.

Homemade laundry soap

I love laundry. What other chore can you cross off your list while reading a book or making dinner?

But I've never liked laundry detergents. I hate the scents but I dislike paying more to have no perfumes added. A few years ago I spied a bar of Fels Naptha soap at my local upscale grocery and happily put it to good use pretreating stains. So when I saw a recipe for homemade laundry soap using Fels Naptha on Modern Cottage, I put the ingredients on my next shopping list and got to work.

Local upscale grocery had all the ingredients (clearly, I'm part of a trend). It was easier to grate the Fels Naptha bar than I thought -- I little NPR made it a pleasant chore. (Read through the comments on the site to get some good tips on grating and reviews.)

When I first went to use it I had doubts — will this really work? It doesn't foam up or look like it does anything when you add it to the water! But I gave my first few loads a thorough inspection (including the smell test), and yep, it seems to work great.

Tacohead's Running Gear Review

At the camp I went to as a teen, people prided themselves on making do with scavenged gear. Beat-up hiking boots, Goodwill wool sweaters... it was 1996, after all -- deep in the flannel grunge years. And no deeper was it felt than at a canoe tripping camp where you couldn't even wash your hair. But since my parents always sent me off with appropriate REI gear (as they should have), I always feared being called a one of the dirtiest words around camp - a "gear-head."

So you can understand why I'm embarrassed to show my stash of running accouterments. Heck, I was embarrassed to buy most of them. But I quickly learned when I finally tried my first goo-gel that there's a reason this gear exists -- most of it really works. Many of them come recommended from very sensible, experienced people. So I bring you:

Tacohead's Running Gear Review



















BioFreeze. This product has been a near daily part of my life since its purchase. I love it. It's like Icy Hot but fancier and more effective and in a spray bottle. It helps soothe sore muscles and joints and can be applied in seconds.

Frozen veggies. Broccoli and spinach go under the legs, corn and edamame go on the knees. I've used this a lot as a preventative -- when things are a bit sore to prevent them from becoming really sore. Good before and after a run.

Goo gels. I actually like the taste of these enough I could eat them anytime. But for some people they upset the stomach, so test before race day. Although I have no proof, I'm a believer that caffeine helps, so I always pick the kind with caffeine. (Favorites: Powerbar green apple and tangerine). I felt really silly when I started to use these, but it makes sense -- your really body needs the 100 calories and (during hot weather) the sodium that these supply. I use 1 for 13-14 miles (taken at mile 10 or so), 2 for 18-20 miles. About $1-$1.50 each.

Endurox. I was most embarrassed to buy this, but everyone I know who trains uses it. It's a muscle and joint recovery powder that you mix with water and take after long runs. And again, I can't prove it, but I feel like I started recovering better and quicker after taking this. $25 (enough for me and Husband); available at REI and running stores.

The Stick. I finally got one because I figured why not -- it's a staple at my run club, and they were doing a bulk order (only available online) and I figured it was better than trying to massage my own leg muscles. I don't really think it does much, but it helps you feel like you're doing something. $20 (bulk price).

Garmin Forerunner 301. This GPS running watch tells you your pace, speed, and distance -- all based on a satellite. This means you can stop guessing at mileage or counting up long columns of numbers and know exactly how long you run. It also means you always know your pace -- which is amazingly helpful. While this watch has been invaluable to my training, I know there are other good watches out there, so if you're interested, I'd do the research. The only drawback is that it doesn't work in the woods (too much tree cover) or in the rain. It's also big, although the new versions are smaller. $150 (on sale, regularly $200. There are also different version available for different prices).

New Skin Liquid Bandage (not pictured). I've had a blister on my left pinky toe for over a year. It was really causing me pain last fall, but then I read a Wired article about Dean Karnazes (the guy who ran 50 marathons in 50 days) and he talked about using Krazy Glue on his blisters, so I took his suggestion but took it one safer. The blister is still there, but now it doesn't hurt. I apply it every morning as I blow dry my hair (when else am I regularly sitting immobile for five minutes?). Now if I could only figure out how not to get a blister there...

Next I'll find out I'm really a Taurus

My world is thrown upside down. I've lived my life thinking I had type O blood only to find out today that I'm an AB! I've always thought of myself as a universal donor -- now my blood is useless! And instead I am the universal receiver!
The Japanese are particularly into blood type, and think that it influences your personality. Prospective spouses and workplaces judge you based on your type. And it's a good thing I'm already married and employed because they do not like AB's. We are loose cannons, apparently -- a mix of the A/B yin/yang that can't easily be classified. They even sell condoms according to type. (I passed one on my bus route, conveniently located in a vending machine on a residential street, next to an Asahi beer vending machine. Those Japanese are all about the 24-hour no-clerk-interaction-required nature of the vending machine. Thankfully, I never spied any of the famous ones offering used panties.)

Vacation Diaries, Day 9: On the Farm

For the last few years I've dreamed of visiting my grandma and learning from her all the amazing things she knows how to do -- like quilting and sewing, gardening and canning, cooking and baking -- all things I've tried with varying success to learn from books. But for some reason I've felt too dumb to ask her. The vacation challenge gave me the courage I needed, so on Mother's Day my mom and I headed out to the farm.



















Some of my favorite childhood memories occurred at my grandparent's farm — learning how to ride a bike down the apple tree hill, riding in the tractor with my grandpa, ringing the old school bell in my grandma's garden. And what a beautiful farm it is -- it's in that wonderful glacierless part of Wisconsin full of hills and valleys.



















I was still feeling a bit nervous when we arrived, but my grandpa broke the ice by inviting me on four-wheeler ride. Soon we were sailing down the lanes, he on the old three-wheeler, me following on the four-wheeler. We stopped and picked Sweet William for my Grandma and (don't tell mom!) drove down the steep grassy hill by the creek so we could see some deer.

I begun my apprenticeship by learning how to bake rolls. My previous attempts were edible but not great. Under grandma's tutelage we baked Great-Great-Aunt Lila's rolls, and I have to say they turned out great. The skill of grabbing the dough and smoothing it into a roll is certainly something I couldn't have learned from a recipe. (They fetch $7/dozen at bake sales, Grandma informed me).




















We also did a few loaves of bread, to make sure I had down the water temp for yeast (hotter than I thought) and the stickiness of dough while kneading (OK to add flour as needed). We skipped pie crusts because Grandma rightly guessed that I couldn't handle working with lard, but we discussed technique and tips.

I also had a mini-tutorial on gardening, and came home with a bucket of flowers and jars and baggies of seeds. Also a big bag of asparagus that I harvested myself (I didn't get a chance to tell Grandma the kind of price that could fetch in the city).

We didn't get to sewing, but I think I'll take that up with my mom later this summer (I just got Lotta Jansdotter's Simple Sewing and am excited to dive into it). So maybe next summer I'll be ready for Grandma School, Session 2: Quilting and sewing. Or maybe even this winter...

Special thanks to The Scratching Pole for photo editing help.

Medieval torture device

I saw someone curling their eyelashes while waiting at a stoplight this morning and I almost threw up. I don't know what it is about those things but they freak me out.

Vacation Diaries Index

So I have this surplus of vacation days that will be no longer if I don't use them by July. This seems like an opportunity that I should use wisely, as surely wasting days = bad karma = my next job having only 10 days vacation.

If the challenge of finding things that cost little money and that often don't involve [vacation-limited] Husband wasn't enough, I added the following goal for each day used:

1. Go somewhere I haven't been OR
2. Do something I haven't done

Here's what I ended up doing:

Day 1: Madison Weekend
Day 2: Family Discovery Day
Days 3-7: St. John
Day 8: Chicago
Day 9: On the Farm
Day 10: Marathon!

Vacation Diaries, Day 8: Chicago

When I mentioned to my family my vacation problem, my dad immediately rose to the occasion like the adventurer he is and told me to reserve May 3. Over the next couple weeks he peppered me with a series of clues (It's midway between two really cool things. Think of the 12th letter of the alphabet) which of course I didn't get because I thought, as one would, that it would be in driving distance. So when I learned we were flying to Chicago for the day I was super excited. Despite it's relatively close proximity, I'd never been.

We left on a 7:30 am flight, so we touched down in Chicago, hopped on the El, and made it downtown by 9:15. Although we'd already had two coffees, we headed to our first stop, Intelligentsia coffee shop, and spent some time with the barista choosing from their amazing selection of fair trade coffee. We spent so much (including a $33/half pound Brazilian reserve) that we got free coffee, and good thing we did because it was the MOST AMAZING COFFEE I'VE EVER HAD.

Abuzz, we headed over to Millennium Park to see the big silver bean!
It didn't disappoint.



















I'd booked us tickets on the highly recommended Architectural Boat Cruise through downtown, and I was glad I did because it was amazing - we learned a ton about the city and got to see a good portion of it, too.



















We stumbled off the boat, famished, and stumbled into South Water Kitchen for a one-martini lunch, before setting off to the Macy's/Marshall Field's Flagship Store, primarily because it contained a LUSH mini-store -- cause boy do I like my bath and body products. The salesgirls fluttered around us as we whirled through the shop. We decided on a host of sorry-you-stayed-home-gifts for Mom, and for me, Ocean Salt facial scrub, Ultimate Shine shampoo bar, and Wiccy Magic Muscles massage bar for my sore post-run legs.

We returned to Argo Tea, where we'd breakfasted on quiche, so I could get some tea (mango, bubble), which turned out to be the MOST AMAZING TEA I'VE EVER HAD.

Then we shopped, wandered, and explored some more before heading back, scooping up some souvenirs at the airport (including a Chicago big pencil, nostalgically adding to the big pencil collection I had as a kid). My dad dozed on the flight home as I contentedly sipped a Bloody Mary, ate pita chips, and worked my way through a kakuro puzzle book we'd thrown in at the airport.

"We should do this more often," my dad said when he awoke.

I heartily agree.