Memorial Day Weekend, historically wet and cool, came hot and humid late Saturday morning and melted in place until early Tuesday when we woke to a hot boiler and wide open house.

We started feasting early with a trip to the lip smacking good Sweet Cakes Bakery where we had some of those fashionable cupcakes. We shared a rootbeer float cupcake and a chai tea cupcake. BOTHR2DIE4

Then we drove forever to spend money on guitar and baby stuff (including a Hummer-sized jogging stroller).

(a blog aside: the guitar errand was a nice long drive just to place me in a spot where I had to wait for some young stud guitar repairman to take his sweet time looking at some really hot rocker chick’s even hotter Fender Bassman just to tell the guy that I was there looking for some blank nuts)

We got road relief with Sukhadia’s sweets up on Devon Avenue, the heart of Chicago’s Indo-Paki community.

Sunday we made our own feast that grew with each guest and kept the grill going for hours: tequila-lime chicken legs, sun-dried tomato sausage, green beans, mushrooms, asada, coconut-chicken, peppers, and of course (Midwestern “of course”) brats.

We listened to the scratchy sounds of !!!, Hot Snakes, and the Detroit Cobras from my NEURO HD30 though its frequency was barely caught by the dusty porch jam box.

And we looked out over the NAP Label corn sprouts© and we smiled knowingly (Midwestern “knowingly”).

On Monday, after a Hummerized lake shore jog it was back to the grill for roasted Indian eggplants basted with sesame oil and served with cool yogurt, grilled okra topped with tomato curry, and smoked potatoes with garlic.

To finish off the three day extravaganza we walked to the paletaria. I got the rum paleta and Tricia got cookies and cream.

Without further food ado, napcast 666.