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February 23, 2014

I’m Coming Home Again

One of my little traditions whenever I fly into Chicago is to listen to Kanye West’s Homecoming. My experience with the City of Chicago is probably diametrically opposed to Yeezus’s in every way, but it’s a good song and I’ve done it for years now.

Well, I listened to Kanye yesterday as I arrived at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport. I’m home this weekend, for the first time since Winter Break and for the last time as a freshman in college. Over Spring Break my friends and I are going to Miami, so this is my only visit home second semester.

This flying stop has nevertheless been action-packed thus far, and it’s only Saturday. My extraordinarily talented sister performed in a concert at Symphony Center downtown this afternoon with Midwest Young Artists, whom I’ve mentioned before.

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Orchestra Hall about half-an-hour before the concert.


During the show.


Outside Symphony Center after the concert.

Driving back through downtown Chicago was particularly pleasant – I’ve grown to love Worcester, but it has no tall buildings to speak of – very clearly a small city while remaining a city. Grant Park still looked pretty under a few feet of half-melted snow.

Fun fact: the building with the slanted, diamond-shaped top was allegedly designed to act as a counterpoint to the more phallic skyscrapers around it. Credit: Milo Kumalani.

Upon getting home, my family and I watched the Olympics, cooked dinner, and generally relaxed. It’s good to be home. As a bonus after-dinner snack, I made a wonderful Alsatian treat called tarte flambĂ©e or flammekueche, depending on whether you prefer croissants or bratwursts (Alsace switched between France and Germany 4 times in 75 years). It’s basically dough, onions, bacon, and cream. Sounds good? It was!


“Scattering bacon liberally,” as instructed by the recipe.


With the finished product.

On Monday it’s back to Clark and back to my normal life. But for now I’m getting a taste of what my normal life used to be. And a taste of Alsatian cooking! Boy, I gotta go visit. They sure do know about their tarts in Strasbourg.

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