Kate and Peter borrowed Etta’s bikes and we rode to the South side- the Mexican Fine Arts Museum. The temperature hit 90F- art outside matched art inside. Artists painted a mural with spray paint. We ate lunch at Nuevo Leon- one of Pilsen’s best Mexican restaurants. Another mural said, “No human being is illegal.” The presidents and heads of state held their NATO meeting. We rode towards downtown and police directed us around the site.
At Navy Pier we stopped for Chicago mix popcorn- that’s cheddar and caramel mixed together. My sister veganly picked out the caramel, but the cheddar left an orange stain on her mouth regardless. We rode up the lakeshore and then inland, down North Avenue to Stanley’s fruits and vegetable stand. I bought raspberries. At home, Etta had made fruishi- sticky rice with coconut milk, sliced nectarines and peaches, topped with raspberry. Peter drank a Hopslayer.
It must be said that the gluttony possible in Chicago and indeed likely in Chicago was a true wonder of the world. 3rdarm drove that ship.
the frushi was the best thing on earth.
frushi forever!