After a day of being busy and working, when my head hit the pillow late last night, my mind turned reflective. To be honest, this isn’t much different from most days when my mind is whirling with all sorts of questions and contemplations, but I needed to start this post off with something and that’s where I’m beginning.
While reminiscing, I realized autumn has been the season when the most changes have occurred for my husband and me. We’ve had job changes, job loss, moving, and school happen during this cool season. One of the most important changes in our lives was when we both ‘met’ each other in Chicago. I place the word met in quotations because my husband, S, and I have known each other since our Freshman year in college. We were in the same grade, class, whatever you wish to call it and we also happened to be art majors. This meant, for our first two years of school, we shared 4 out of 6 classes together. We also ate breakfast and walked to classes together. No spark, just friendship.
Our romance didn’t begin until our Junior year when we took a required art trip to Chicago. My eyes were opened to this man who had shared countless meals and laughs with me. While we were walking around to various galleries and restaurants, I had to keep my hands in my pockets to resist reaching out and grasping his hand. He knocked me over with his charm and I’ve been captivated ever since.
But there was also something we experienced while in Chicago that we haven’t been able to get out of our memories: the food. Oh my goodness I still crave the food we enjoyed while on that art trip. One of the first restaurants was a Turkish eatery where I shared a scallop with my future husband and he shared a piece of lamb with me. Ever since trying that grilled bite of meat, I’ve been lamb-free. It was the thought that counts. He liked the scallop, which made me love him more.
On an early morning out, the large art group went to a breakfast place that has not left my mind. We went to Ann Sather and dined on large cinnamon rolls along with lingonberries, which are the tartest breakfast jam I’ve had in my life. I didn’t take the photo below because I know I didn’t order eggs or bacon at the diner and I don’t make that much of a mess with my coffee cup. College kids, sheesh, they are animals. I’m posting this photo because those cinnamon rolls need to be shared. Delicious.
The whole point of the Chicago trip was for us to check out the galleries and latest artwork. Here’s what I was drawn to:
We want to go back and spend time taking in Chicago at our own pace. We didn’t get to the natural history museum or the planetarium, both of which I know we want to visit. Since I have a love of zoos, we’d like to visit the Lincoln Park zoo. So much to do! Plus it only feels right to go visit the spots where our love began to bloom. Or maybe it was a love of the edible delights on my plate and his face was the first I saw when I looked up from my food euphoria? Maybe, but he is just as charming even after all these years. I doubt I could say the same for a nine year old plate of cinnamon rolls. I think I picked the winner between the two, though it was a close race.