Here is what I ate in Chicago: Half of a pepperoni and mushroom deep dish pizza at Gino's East; a wet Italian beef sandwich with hot peppers at Al's Beef; pad thai at My Thai; elk ragout poured over cheese fries at The Gage; head cheese, pork belly, dozens of pickled items, duck & foie gras terrine, pork pie, and morteau sausage at The Publican. This is everything that I ate.
When we got home from Chicago, after picking up Griff at my parents' house, we arrived at our cabin to discover that we had lost our housekey. It was cold. Griff was crying. The doors and windows were all locked. I had to act fast. I kicked the door open. One kick. Like I was in a goddamned action movie. The doorframe exploded into little splinters and we walked inside. My wife was both scared and aroused by this act. We found the housekey not five minutes later. I am trying to teach myself how to reframe a doorway. It's harder than it looks.
If I didn't see you at AWP, I am wishing that I saw you at AWP.