Moving is Brutal

The broccoli sandwich at Birchwood Kitchen for Wednesday's dinner.

The broccoli sandwich at Birchwood Kitchen for Wednesday’s dinner. (Yes, I broke my “no repeats” rule.)

I would love to say that I am finished with the sorting, packing, boxing, donating and other verbs that are associated with moving. But I am not. However, I am happy that the week just passed is now over. Starting Monday, my mom and I spent every single day at my condo, getting things ready both for the move out as well as yesterday’s garage sale. When she first volunteered to come out, I thought it was a nice gesture and might be fun, but unnecessary. I was wrong. She was a trouper, and if she hadn’t been here, I would have gone crazy this week.

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Return to Normalcy

A return engagement with the biscuits from Summer House.

A return engagement with the biscuits from Summer House.

I wouldn’t blame you if you thought I might have completely stopped eating after going through the doughnut debauchery on Sunday. And as the key photographer of the crawl, you didn’t get to see much of me in action. Before proceeding, a peek into how much I enjoyed Sunday’s adventure:

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Doughnut Delirium

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For those of you who don’t know this, Chicago is in the midst of a doughnut renaissance. At least five outposts of high-quality, inventive doughnuts have opened up in the last few years and it’s truly a doughnut lover’s dream. With four shops within a short radius of each other, what better way to evaluate them all than gathering a bunch of friends together on your birthday and organizing a doughnut crawl? Much more fun for me than a bar crawl, this was probably one of the most enjoyable birthday celebrations I’ve ever had!

First, the photo essay. At the end, my rankings.

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Synergy with Stan

My official t-shirt and a warm glazed doughnut for pre-workout power-up.

My official t-shirt and a warm glazed doughnut for pre-workout power-up.

I’ve realized that my inability to refuse the siren call of Stan’s Donuts is much deeper than the facts that: I love doughnuts; his are really good; and the store is really, really close. Truly, it is that our birthdays are only one day apart. The celestial bond forged by our close dates of birth means that I should basically not even try to fight my desire to eat Stan’s Donuts all day, every day. After all, if it’s written in the stars, who am I to contest it?

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Quick Highlights

I’ve loved exploring my new neighborhood (and other areas nearby). Not every meal warranted a full blog post, but I wanted to at least share some of the previously-undocumented highlights – and one big disappointment.

Yusho: Logan Poser Ramen #2

Yusho: Logan Poser Ramen #2

Prasino (just closed unexpectedly): three cheese flatbread with truffle and honey. The honey drizzle made this amazing.

Prasino (just closed unexpectedly): three cheese flatbread with truffle and honey. The honey drizzle made this amazing.

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A Dozen Cookies

Birchwood Kitchen's bakery counter.

Birchwood Kitchen’s bakery counter.

With work no longer dominating my schedule, the days are free for me to use how I please. And yesterday provided a perfect opportunity for a casual outing with my good friend, Michele. We met in grad school in the late ’90’s, and have maintained our friendship over the years. However, busy schedules recently meant that we hadn’t seen each other since last fall. With our homes now much closer to each other, we’ve been able to get together twice in August! Yet another benefit to the urban lifestyle.

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Summer BBQ at Navy Pier

The Fat Elvis pie from Hoosier Mama: peanut butter, chocolate, banana, pretzels on a graham cracker crust. A top pick for the night.

The Fat Elvis pie from Hoosier Mama: peanut butter, chocolate, banana, pretzels on a graham cracker crust. A top pick for the night.

As someone who no longer goes to work, I now need to make extra sure that I don’t find myself eating all day long. People who see me in person expect to find, after reading my blog and seeing my Facebook posts, that I have gained twenty or thirty pounds. Fortunately, I have not, and what you often see here on the blog are the highlights of my culinary experiences and not the healthy, vegetable-centric approach I take when I’m not indulging! It’s typically a balance of daytime discipine and nighttime indulgence.

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