But the whole weekend couldn't be all sump pumps and furniture moving. . . so we also ate our way through the weekend recreationally. Dinner at Fogo de Chao (fun, really good food, bad atmosphere, probably won't go again. . . but everyone should go once), chez Stewart/Phillips ala Jamie Oliver and food from the market, and breakfast at the Oak Park Farmer's Market and Nookie's in Lincoln Park. Luckily the gym was still open on Sunday after the folks drove away.
But from the offerings at the farmer's market (besides the redonkulously yummy donuts), it's clear that we've reached the thin footbridge between summer and fall. We still have musk melons, but broccoli and greens and late root veggies are beginning to take over, as corn and tomatoes and peaches dwindle off. Usually I'm sad, but not this year. I'm getting better at enjoying all of the seasons. . .
D had carrots in the early summer from Carriage House Farms and was floored--so in love was he with the unbelievably carrotyness of homegrown carrots. So, now he's more interested in carrots at farmers' markets.
My folks were most impressed (after the donuts and the prices that farmers can ask for their produce in Chicago) by the Pilgrim Church building and the bluegrass band.
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