missing chicago & pistachio cherry icebox cookies
I spent all of this past weekend – and then some – in the Windy City for work. And, while I missed the daily hugs and kisses of my family, I basked in the peacefulness of a silent hotel room for three restful nights. I ate very well while I was in Chicago. Too well, actually.
With a group of good friends, I sampled the shared plates at Perennial Virant. The morels in a cream sauce were a distinct highlight. I satisfied my craving for Thai food twice, at Baisi Thai during a shopping excursion and then at Star of Siam, where my dining partner and I accidentally swapped plates. I neglected to point out the error, mostly because I’d fallen in love with the Pad Khee Mao that he had ordered but that I ended up eating [sorry, Brian – hope you enjoyed my Pad Thai.]. The bartender at Lula Cafe kept my glass of Rosé filled as we waited for our friends to join us for what turned out to be a wonderful dinner. Morels made a second and much-loved appearance, this time in the form of chicken-fried morels in a pasta dish with duck confit. At the Publican, my sister and brother-in-law savored a leisurely brunch, filled with wine-poached eggs and a heavenly plate of maple-syrup braised pork belly. That pork belly has not left my mind since.
But, alas. The trip is over and the week is underway.
I have cookies to share, though, and cookies always brighten up the week. I’m guest posting over at A Thought for Food today, and I’m so thankful that Brian asked me to join him there. He’s got a lovely blog, filled with his beautiful photography and approachable and elegant recipes. So, please, go take a look at his site, and find the recipe for these Pistachio Cherry Icebox Cookies there.
