A Little Pride-tini!

The day you've been starving yourself for months is finally here! Grab your least flattering tank top and assless chaps 'cause it's time to celebrate! Gay Pride in Chicago is that special weekend once a year when Boystown becomes a lawless abyss. Handjobs are offered as a standard greeting and you can walk around with an open container. As tasteless as it sounds, it's actually one of the more casual Chicago street fests. It also happens to be the only one I actually participate in. See photo below. Days of Prides gone-by.

Some of my best and least cohesive memories take place with these Chicagoans. If you're gay or questioning, there's no better place to be than Chicago the last weekend in June.

Un Klein Spass Nacht

How dare you correct my German! I took German for a whole year in high school...ten years ago. I'm practically fluent. "Spass nacht" translates to "fun night" -and as long as there's sausage involved the fun never stops! Ignore that I'm drinking Mexican beer and that it's probably an Italian sausage. This recipe, like me, is only loosely German.  My mom used to make this when we were kids and it always seemed especially lazy on a summer night, but I'll be god damned if it's not the perfect marriage of lazy and delicious. As a child I thought cooking with a silver can of Daddy's Natural Light was the living end of culinary magic. Turns out, it's just a hot link of processed American meat boiling in a can of cheap beer. The beer is irrelevant, and since I already know you're poor - use the cheap stuff. I always cook with cheap beer sometimes I put it in the food, said my dad.