Cross Country Day Three: Chicago and beyond

Early in the morning, Damon and I hiked down to the lakeshore to check out the scenery before heading out to Chicago. I got a little pocketful of sand to go with my sand/rock collection I have...

We then dropped the car off at a mechanic to have a check-up, and took the train into Chicago, where we had lunch at the Billy Goat Tavern, walked around downtown some, went by the Bean and zipped by the Art Museum. Alas, again a case of not enough time; would love to return and give it a few days to explore!! (PS- I totally dug seeing the Bean in person- I had seen so many photos of it before!)

That evening, we picked up the car and made it an hour or so outside of Chicago to set up camp. We totally impulsed purchased some chocolate, graham crackers, and marshmellows, and had ourselves the incredibly healthy dinner of hot dogs and S'Mores  ; D

My Graham Cracker ain't What it Used to Be (or F-O Nabisco)

Last year we built a fire pit. We spent countless hours outside roasting food and drinking cocktails by the fire. Now that it is merely snowing every other day, we are once again busting out the gourmet s'mores fixins and boxed wine.

Chase brought home a box of Honey Grahams and guess what?

Some genius at Nabisco decided to shrink my graham. I know there are foreclosures left and right and the unemployment rate is at 50% and Bernie Madoff's wife pissed away a third of our nation's GNP on handbags, but this shrinkage is a sure sign that the world is in real financial crisis. Wait until I tell the tea partiers about this nonsense at our next meeting.  I am sure Obama is to blame. 


Wait, was it my imagination?

I googled it and the internets don't lie people. Those sneaky bastards did indeed shrink my graham.

This observant consumer knows what I am talking about.


Did they think I would not notice?  My scientific s'more formula is now in the toilet. All that work perfecting my Cadbury to marshmallow to cracker ratio was all a big waste o' time. F me.

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Thanks a bunch Nabisco!

And don't get me started on their "whole grain" formula.  Despite being labeled a cracker, Mr. Graham and Mr. Animal, you are both cookies. Stop trying to be healthy.

Oh, and as you may have guessed I did not have anything to blog about really, I just could not stand seeing Paris Hilton's skanky behind in my face when I pulled up my site.

Have a great weekend!

My Graham Cracker ain't What it Used to Be (or F-O Nabisco)

Last year we built a fire pit. We spent countless hours outside roasting food and drinking cocktails by the fire. Now that it is merely snowing every other day, we are once again busting out the gourmet s'mores fixins and boxed wine.

Chase brought home a box of Honey Grahams and guess what?

Some genius at Nabisco decided to shrink my graham. I know there are foreclosures left and right and the unemployment rate is at 50% and Bernie Madoff's wife pissed away a third of our nation's GNP on handbags, but this shrinkage is a sure sign that the world is in real financial crisis. Wait until I tell the tea partiers about this nonsense at our next meeting.  I am sure Obama is to blame. 


Wait, was it my imagination?

I googled it and the internets don't lie people. Those sneaky bastards did indeed shrink my graham.

This observant consumer knows what I am talking about.


Did they think I would not notice?  My scientific s'more formula is now in the toilet. All that work perfecting my Cadbury to marshmallow to cracker ratio was all a big waste o' time. F me.

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+

=

Thanks a bunch Nabisco!

And don't get me started on their "whole grain" formula.  Despite being labeled a cracker, Mr. Graham and Mr. Animal, you are both cookies. Stop trying to be healthy.

Oh, and as you may have guessed I did not have anything to blog about really, I just could not stand seeing Paris Hilton's skanky behind in my face when I pulled up my site.

Have a great weekend!