I love the smell of tortillas in the morning. Fire + Corn. The perfect food marriage. Waiting for the exact moment when the heat sends an invisible maize scented plume upwards and then, yes, I inhale before flipping the tortilla over. Check out these babies made by a local tortilleria (Atotonilco on S. Kedzie):
We are lucky in Chicago, dear Rose, to have the second largest Mexican American population in the country. The demand for this staple item is met well by Del Ray and Sabinas on 18th Street, El Milagro on S. Blue Island. It's not a complete inventory (and you are the mistress of tight records), but you get the point. Next up in the round food department, something you undoubtedly know all about, the French macaron which is the new cupcake. You can't escape a dinner party in Chicago without having a platter of the vivid sugar/egg pastries (usually from Vanille Patisserie) pushed in your face. They look like giant discs of watercolor paint and taste divine. Pistachio for me Rose. And you?