It’s been a busy few weeks over here at does this make sense (including starting does this make sense)! Tonight I’m whirlwinding across the country to the Windy City and my lovely hometown for a weekend of excessive food, libations, and merriment.
Snow is also forecasted…which is an issue as this DC girl no longer owns either a winter coat or any kind of suitable winter booting. Trenches have replaced the puffy down jackets of yore…and the Merrill boots had to yield their closet space to stilettos and wedges. Ah the life of the Mid-Atlantic.
Poorly-constructed wardrobe aside, whenever a visit to the homeland draws near (or any occasion where there will be more than 2 family members present), I have the exact same conversation with my parents:
Parent of choice: What do you want to do when you get home? What would you like for dinner?
Parent: OK, we’re having a roast when so-and-so is here. Is that too much?
Me: NO. Can we have chicken too?
Parent: That’s the next day.
Me: When can we have pizza? (read: deep-dish. duh.)
Parent: Do you want Dear Franks* too?
Me: Of course.
Parent: We also got bagels for the mornings.
Me: Oh good! I was thinking of making a coffee cake while I was home too.
Parent: I also have fixings for brownies.
Me: What about a pie?
Parent: We could do that, I have peaches in the freezer.
Ok full disclosure, “Parent” is MommaBear. Daddy-O doesn’t freeze late summer peaches. Come on. And contrary to what you’re imagining, not a single one of us has been airlifted because we are too obese to walk.
We like our food slow-simmered…
We like our food DIY…
We like it far…
We like it wide… But most of all…
We like it FRIED.
I’m off quite soon to demonstrate my highly above-average mastery of security screening protocol (Green Bay gave me a standing ovation) and head to the middle of America. If the snow’s a-blowing and the wine’s a-flowing, you, lucky readers, may get a rogue weekend post from the Central Time Zone.
Have a great weekend!
*hands-down best hot dog joint on the north shore. food snobs be damned–i love processed cheese.