A Happy Anniversary

We've been married eleven years, Ray and I. And as he's in Chicago working, I came for the weekend to celebrate our steel anniversary, enjoy glorious Easter weather and share a few great feasts.

Speaking of steel, on a walk through Millenium Park we spied what has to be the best graffiti in the history of tagging lavished upon a crumbling girder. The kid who breaks the law for the love of her/his grandma is one adorable vandal.

And speaking of adorable, I found it hard not to purchase this HenBag.

And speaking of hens, we ate a splendiforous and eggtastic meal at Yolk.

And speaking of meals, we ate the equivalent of 3 repasts in one sitting. Eggs benedict, bananas foster crepes and corn beef hash. All washed down with piping hot coffee.

And speaking of coffee, there's no trip to Chicago without stopping by Intelligentsia for a cappuccino pulled and poured by fabulous coffee artisans.

And speaking of artisanal, we ate our fill of Chicago's finest beef dogs and washed it all down with some Weiss Bier at Portillos.

And speaking of weiss, we shared a lovely bottle of white Burgundy with a schmorgasbord of culinary delights at the Purple Pig.

And speaking of sharing, if I survive this trip without suffering a pork fat induced infarction, I hope to share many more anniversary meals with my lovely Raymo.