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STOOPIE BIRTHDAY!


today is stoopie's 25th birthday!! 
i can't even believe it. 
it seems like it was only three months ago that she was sticking things in her nose and then telling me to eat them.
{oh yeah! it was!}
stoopie is the silliest human bean i know. 
she once ate an entire stick of butter after drinking an entire bottle of cough syrup, 
and then another time she came home with real tattoos all over her back.
she also used to be a vegan... until tout à coup she had a craving for duck. 
and that was right around the time that all of her hair was formed into one massive dreadlock.
when i need a dose of silly, i look to stoopie. 
happy birthday, stoop! 
you smell like a monkey!


xoxo

stoop*



*stoop {stoopie} is the nickname that i gave my sister after she gave it to me. she is stoop. i, too, am stoop. i know. it works if she and i are the only ones who actually call each other that.
 stoop's had her fair share of manfriends that have tried calling me stoop, but then stoop and i didn't know who they were referring to so she had to kick them to the curb.
 the name came about circa 2001 after a series of other nicknames, including "ugly macdougal," "gertrude," and "hey in like flint, that's my favorite movie!"
"stoop" just stuck. i don't think it stemmed from "stupid." if anything, it came from front stoops. we like sittin on stoops. 


week 35: girl & the goat


the best thing about having a sister that works at the most happening new restaurant in town is that, 
girrrrrrrl, we be hooked up!
the worst thing is how mortified sister would be if i dare bring the picture taker into her workspace.
but the best thing abut that is i get to practice my drawring skillz!!
and look at how great i look in drawring world!
hehe.
so a few days ago the whole family piled into the buggy and went on the expressway and went to the downtown chicago and ate at
brought to you by top chef winner extraordinaire stephanie izard!
mum and i prepped ourselves emotionally about eating goat because i don't know about you, but eating goats just doesn't seem like the ideal sunday evening activity and it reminded me about my old friend pepper who is a goat.
but really, a lot of the dishes were non-goat! yay, non-goat! there were a lot of piggies and fishies... 
and here are a few of my faves:
from top to bottom:
chickpea fritters
with tomaters + fresh mozzarella 
pork liver mousse 
with pickles, apple mustarda {apples with mustard seeds! dainty}, and hot and buttery crumpets! 
oh nothing tickles me more than a good crumpet.
pig face!
with eggies and potato stix and a sweet syrupy sauce. 
it wasn't actually in the shape of a face {so you couldn't, like, make it's acquaintance or anything} so this picture is less accurate than the others.... it was basically a brown patty of what tasted like a lighter and airier bacon. 
and all of the components together worked it breakfast-style.
the only goat meat i ate was on the smoked goat pizza.
and it's a good thing, because it was hiding under all of the other toppings {ricotta and apples and stuff}
so i didn't have a chance to get scared and i just put it in my mouth like it ain't no thang. 
my fammy got all four of the desserts...
they weren't as photo-er-picturegenic:
 from top to bottom:
tater donuts with eggplant
#donutsarethenewcupcakes
fudgesicles with olive oil gelato in a swimmy pool of beer!!!
olive oil gelato tasty pants hallelujah 
nougat with corn and bacon
ahhhhhh charleston chew took a poo!!!!!!!!
berry cake with goat cheese frosting
"hey you know that disgusting animal you'd never eat? check out what we did with some of its breast milk!"
not that this says anything about the cake, because i'm not offended by goat cheese, but jim gaffigan tweeted that just days before i came here and it made me giggle. 
this is stephanie and a goat or a unicorn and the sun!
you might not be able to get a reservation here for like years but you should try anyways.
they even have their own special wine... and a stoopie!

mmmmaaaaaa said the goat: 17 restaurants left!


xoxo


yeh


girl & the goat is on randolph street in chicago





week 33: xoco



at home
in the suburbs
there are not so many places to eat.
there's the steak n shake {which is really embarrassing to be seen in if you're older than 17}
and there's mum's kitchen {which is quite yummy... but has never seen pork}
and so on the occasion,
we make a voyage to the city to try out whatzbingoinon in the chicago foods scene.
an hour of traffic and minimal driving-induced panicking by mum got us to
the newish restaurant by chicago's greatest goateed celeb chef, rick bayless
home to a zillion kinds of local/organic/bougey tortas. 
hot out of a woodburning oven.

{hallelujah! tortas are my fave!!! but does this mean i'm cheating on my beloved taco truck??}

after a batman-ride-at-six-flags-sized line,
victory was had and guacamole was in our tummies 
it was maybe the best damned guacamole i ever had, but shh don't tell stoop... she's the family guacamole maker
and tortas were ready to be eaten! yay yipee!! 

stoopie got a piggy torta with beans, pink pickled onions, and habanero salsa {which came with a nice little lecture about how we should proceed with caution}
and mum got chickens with beans and avocados.
while they really didn't resemble their taco truck brethren, 
they were quite tasty!
everything was really fresh and seazonedgood and mum/stoop seemed to enjoy them lots and lots!
however the crustiness of it all made me miss the soft white bread that made me fall in love with tortas in the first place.
...which is why it was a good thing that i got a griddle torta instead of the wood-fired ones that mum and stoop got.
this was on a softer white bread and was filled with
 prosciutto, beans, avocado, 
and 
chipotle mustard <--- hell yeah that's what swayed me.

it was like a really really scrumptious* panini.
it wasn't anything at all like the tortas i've had.
but it was good...
even though half way through i had to extract some of the prosciutto because i was on salt overload. 
but do you know how good an avocado and chipotle mustard sandwich is?! 
really good, apparently. 

*what the thesaurus in my head recommended after "tasty" was overused


dessert was a churro + vanilla soft serve
the churros in my elementary school's cafeteria < this churro < county fair churros
closer in goodness to the county fair churros. 
but, i mean, you all know that i'm a doughy food kind of gal. 
these were light and airy... good if you like that kind of thing. 


but the bottom line is:

where's the horchata, mr. bayless?!
wtf?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i will wait on that line again if and only if that dude makes a horchata. and can it be boozey.

xoco is good. 
just bring snackees for the line, as to not cause a scene when you throw a hungry tantrum.

...19 restaurants to go. omg i'm in the teens!!



xoxo


yeh



xoco is in the chicago loop. 
and because chicago's streets aren't numbered, i have no idea how to direct you there.
UPDATE: the website says it's on north clark and illinois. but that don't mean nuthin to me.



i am dom.



move over difara,
a new pizzaiolo is in town!
and her name rhymes with jolly.


and she's currently on her couch rolling around
because she accidentally ate 17 slices of pizza.


but it was worth it!!
because she used this recipe
and topped it with pesto and mozzarella and home-grown tomaters and home-grown basil


...yeah
 i hate it when people talk in third person, too.


xoxo


yeh