This weekend was filled with writing, writing, and more writing. I attended sessions about writing, talked about writing, and, in every free moment, I was working which entailed reviewing graduate student writing.
There was a GREAT deal of iced tea consumed this weekend. Whenever I hang out with Mumsie–iced tea always tastes so dang good. I guess all of her Southerness rubs off on me!
Speaking of Southern, probably one of the best, and very Southern foods that we encountered this weekend, was Sweet Potato soup.
I think I have had sweet potato soup one other time, years ago, and oh boy! This soup was delicious! We found it at a little restaurant in downtown Chicago called the Custom House.
My mom has entrusted me with the challenge to replicate this soup as soon as possible. Does anyone have any good sweet potato soup recipes they want to share?
Yesterday was spent running all around Chicago Midway airport!
Do you ever have a travel day where nothing can go right? That is what happened to me. You see, both my mom and I were flying out of Chicago Midway airport, but we were on 2 different airlines. Our departures were around the same time so we shared a taxi to the airport. During the whole 30 minute ride our driver was screaming in a different language and coughing up a lung (and NOT covering his cough). It was so stinking stressful! Plus, we were running a little late so this just added to the angst.
When we finally arrived at the airport, I wanted to be sure to be the one lifting my mom’s suitcases because she was not feeling well and the last thing she needed was to carry baggage. I got her bags checked in and then sprinted to the baggage check for my flight–of course there was only 1 person working. Needless to say, after more waiting and stressing, I got through to security but, in my hurry, I had completely missed the chance to say goodbye to Mumsie. This just would not do, so I stalked the flight info and found out which gate she was departing from and RAN from my terminal (C) all the way to the end of terminal B to find her. I was able to say goodbye and hug her one last time and then run to back to my terminal (in heels, by the way.)
Once I made it to my terminal, and breathed a HUGE sigh of relief, I checked my back pocket for my boarding pass and IT WAS NOT THERE. In all the hullabaloo, I had managed to lose my pass. I thought this would not be a big deal and just walked up to the gate agent and asked if I could get a new pass printed–no such luck. Of course, she had no computer access in this terminal and I would need to go to terminal A to get a new pass. So I went running through the airport once again–knowing that boarding would begin in 10 minutes. Let’s just say that I am now the fastest high-heeled runner EVER.
I was able to get back to my gate (with a new boarding pass in hand) in time, and as I was boarding I was, of course, selected to be searched by TSA. I guess my frazzled look and Ann Taylor sweater set made me look like a person of interest–COME ON PEOPLE! However, I tried really hard to happily oblige and kept my mouth shut.GAH!
After a happily uneventful layover in Detroit, I made it back home to Bethlehem.
The second I walked into our apartment I banished my heels to the back of my closet and was dressed in my PJs in less than 1 minute. Chase and I had a glorious night in and caught up on our TV shows–a little Office and Criminal Minds. I then managed to fall asleep before 9:00PM. It was awesome.
Do you have any traveling horror stories? How was your weekend? What is your ideal Sunday night?