Well, another surprise trip to Chicago means more food and photos.
I forgot to take a photo before getting to the very dark club, so please forgive the flash.
Yes, it’s what it looks like. I made these mini cupcakes for the benefit show put on for my cancer-boy friend, Jim. I ended up making almost a gross of these, and I don’t think I need to tell you they went like hotcakes. They’re chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, then mocha frosting with a bit of pink food coloring for the boybits. If you’re offended, you can turn the photo upside-down in your mind and then they look like hearts. I loved that nobody knew they were vegan unless I told them and that they made people giggle. Between the money raised, the good times, and my friend’s recorded announcement that his tumors have pissed off to another dimension, it was a very good night.
Because Jim’s immune system is completely shot, he couldn’t be at the benefit. We had a laptop and WiFi so we Skyped him in, and Tom and I swung by his place earlier in the day to hang out…and give him a cupcake. This is his dog—I don’t remember what her name is, but she rather took a shine to me. Dogs don’t usually do that. Anyway, she’s way cute so I’m sharing her cuteness with you.
And in a blink of an eye it was time to go home. Oddly enough, I couldn’t find so much as a pretzel or bagel-n-peanut-butter at O’Hare. (Unlike the Salt Lake City airport, where we found several vegan and vegetarian options.) We ended up at Macaroni Grill, where we both ate the expletive out of some pomodoro. The crayons on the table were named after foodstuffs. This one made me sad—it’s not even Italian so it could just as easily be named blueberry or…well, I guess blueberry. But why not blueberry? When you’re aiming at children, why not a yummy, healthy fruit rather than gross, stinky cheese?