Break Out the Roman Candles, The Handfelts Are Coming!

Fourth of July weekend this year was spent visiting my dad and Chris, along with my step-brother Bart, up at Lake Okoboji. I hadn't been to "the Boj" since Ace of Bass topped the charts (US, not Swedish) and Katy had never been to Okoboji before, making her the last recorded Iowan to make the trek.

We arrived on a drizzly Friday in time for me to get my tenderloin fix at the creatively named "Family Diner". The loin was appropriately large (they must be at least twice the size of the bun...thems the rules), the bun was grilled and the mashed potatoes and gravy were artery clogging. All in all a great success. Bernie ordered a slice of 'sour cream and raisin' pie, which sounds about as appetizing as an old coffee filter, but tasted like God's will. After that we drank some beer on Dad's deck and got our asses kicked by The Smartest Man in the World at Scrabble. I'd be lying if I said that I had any words containing more than 4 letters.

Saturday was spent bumming around town, checking out some shops and going for a walk along the lake. That evening, I busted out the skill set that won me 8th Grade Football MVP and played football with Bart and his buddy Matt on the golf course (aka, Dad's back yard), running routes and showing my age in a matter of no time. My M.O. as a passer has always been accuracy, and once again I showed off the most pinpoint passing by an Iowan since Kurtis Eugene Warner.

For dinner, Chris made honey mustard green beans, grilled chicken and rosemary potatoes, of which I went on record as saying were some of the 'best potatoes ever', and I actually have my Masters in Potato Evaluation, so that's saying something. After dinner we headed down to Arnold's Park to watch the fireworks (along with around 120,000 other revelers). Normally I think fireworks are pretty overrated, but these had some pop to them, so to speak. Very impressive, kind of like my passing display earlier in the day.

Sunday was the nicest day of the weekend and we spent the day going on walk through Arnold's Park, a bike ride down the main drag (that is, until I got a flat and had to stop for a Margarita to get my energy levels back up) and more time napping and lounging on the deck. We went to the Okoboji hotspot The Barefoot Bar for a couple of drinks before ordering some pizza and calling it a night.

On Monday we bid our gracious guests adieu and after a quick breakfast at greasy spoon Kegler's, headed back to Chicago via Minnesota and Wisconsin, which proved to be much more scenic than our normal Iowa/Illinois route. 9+ hours later we arrived back at the Handfelt Hacienda, tired and happy to be home, and a little less sunburned that I would have liked, but grateful for our time spent at that wily Iowa beach town with good company and good (tender) loins.

Chris and Katy at the fireworks.

Me and Bart. Bart is no longer the 5-year old kid I remeber who had an affinity for basketball cards and Pokemon. Well, maybe he still likes Pokemon.

Grilled chipolte chicken, rosemary potatoes and honey mustard green beans. Sweet Lord in heaven.

The tenderloin sandwich will simeltaneously enchance and wreck your life.

Ben and Bern, post-Scrabble butt whoopin'.

Oh Baby!

Katy's Grocery List:

Tortilla chips and salsa
Cereal
Strawberries, bananas, and cantaloupe
Frozen waffles and strawberry jam
English muffins and peanut butter
Sour Patch Kids candies
Another jar of salsa (make that two)

For the last three months, while I've inexplicably gone missing from the blog, this is what I've been subsiding on. While I used to love to cook and try new recipes, poor Ben has been left to fend for himself on the dinner front. We've had way too many "DIY" dinner nights.

"Why", you ask?

"This doesn't seem like the kind of diet a mature young lady would have," you say?

Well, after much thought and consideration, and after almost five years of marriage, I'm happy to announce that Ben and I are becoming parents and that my tummy is growing fast. After all these years of having to awkwardly dodge the question "When are you having kids?"...here we go! Usually we'd shrug the question off (Ben's cricket inducing response of "I'm sterile" was a one-time thing) or quickly change the subject ("Look! Is that a bald eagle?"), and happily go about our somewhat self-centered life in Chicago; going to movies on weeknights, ordering takeout food twice a week, spending late Saturday nights in bad karaoke bars and lazy Sundays lounging on the beach (if you're a regular reader you've read all about it with bated breath)...but after a lot of thought, it just felt "right". Cheesy, huh?

Here's the deets:

Our little person is set to arrive around December 27th, so we're lookin' at a Christmas baby or maybe a New Years baby. Either way, it will be something to celebrate in style. Here's to hoping that the kiddo will be the first New Years baby in Chicago on the morning of January 1st (aside from the tax benefit that I keep hearing about that we'd miss out on).

In mid-August we *hopefully* get to find out if it's a little chick or a crazy dude; that is, if it's behaving for the big ultrasound and showing us what's it's got. We thought about letting it be a surprise, but that notion lasted about a day until we both decided the suspense would kill us in the meantime! And, just so you know, we'll tell everyone what kind of little one it is (guy, girl or alien), but nope, we're keeping the name under lock and key until the big day comes.

This kid is going to be something else. Between Ben and I, we both have an odd mixture of a wacky sense humor and silliness, along with a quiet shyness, so I can only imagine how this little one will turn out. As I imagine all parents-to-be wish, I hope he/she has all of our good qualities and none of our bad. I'm already waking up at 5:30am each morning worrying about how I can do my best not to screw it up in any way.

Anyway, I'm very happy to be sharing the news with everyone. Please keep in touch with us as we go through this happy, exciting, and scary journey. Also, be sure to check back this fall, as Ben documents his experience growing a "dad beard". I'm sure it will be no less entertaining as the great "Mustache Month" experiment of January '08. As long as our baby doesn't come out with one.

Katy Coral

Benjamin John

Bonnie and Clyde '09*

Photo taken impromptu at some random gas station (let's go with The Flying J, a personal fave) on the way back from Iowa a couple of weeks ago. The shadows would lead you believe that we were almost badass, belying the fact that some white boy with an acoustic guitar was probably emanating from our stereo. We ended up not robbing the gas station, lucky for them.

And yes, in case you're wondering, Bonnie and Clyde did in fact always wear their seat belts.

*NOT the Jay Z and Beyonce version. Well, maybe.

Sunset on Lake Okoboji - July 4th

Movies to Try the Popcorn Trick At

While all of the unwashed masses and Twittering teens will surely head out to the Cineplex over the next couple of weekends to watch the metal-on-metal testosterone of Transformers (check out Ebert's hilarious 1 Star review here) and bask in the free air conditioning, I implore the more civilized of you to check out these HHH approved flicks that will both entertain and enlighten, some in ways you never knew possible. For instance, did you know that tigers love pepper? Some of these you may have to search out, but they're well worth it. Trailers linked for your viewing pleasure.

The Hangover - In theatres now - As if you didn't know. As predicted on this very site, it's the instantly quotable, 'OMG you have to see it' movie of the summer. Crude and raunchy like a Vegas stripper, now is the time to catch this one if you haven't already, as the crowds will have died down enough that you might actually catch all of the jokes instead of having some of them drowned out by the din of maniacal laughter.

Away We Go - In theatres now - John Krasinski (Jim from 'The Office') and Mya Rudolph (SNL) star in this meandering indie road trip dramedy about a thirty-something couple expecting their first child and trying to figure out what to do with their lives in the process. Based on a screenplay by Dave Eggers ('A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius') and his wife, Vendela Vida. I loved this movie for it's small charms, pitch perfect acting and great soundtrack.


Moon - In theatres now - The always underrated Sam Rockwell stars as Sam Bell, an astronaut nearing the end of a 3 year stint working on the moon, alone except for a talking computer named Gerty, voiced by Kevin Spacey. Or at least he thinks he's alone. Directed by David Bowie's kid, it's sort of a well intentioned, low budget homage to 2001: Space Odyssey that is a showcase for Rockwell's talents. The less you know about it going in the better. Some may find the pacing slow, but I found it to be oddly hypnotic and fascinating. If you saw Danny Boyle's pre-Slumdog film Sunshine and enjoyed the first 3/4 like I did, you'll probably like this one.

(500) Days of Summer - In theatres July 17 - This one is shaping up to be Fox Searchlight's annual indie sleeper hit (think Garden State/Little Miss Sunshine/Juno). Zooey Deschanel bats her eyelashes and plays a manic pixie dream girl and Joseph Gordon-Levitt plays the shy good guy that every girl wishes they could find.* Add in a crackling indie soundtrack and a random but perfect Hall and Oates music montage and you've got enough irony and street cred to pacify all but the most jaded hipsters. This is the date movie for people that don't like date movies.

*Spot on analysis by fellow blogger Ken Haynes.

Hey June

The first weekend in June saw the arrival of Cody Engel and his wily, 6 year-old offspring, Milo. We did the tourist/fanny pack thing, hitting up Lou Malnati's (and their creepy Bulls paintings) for some deep dish before storming the gates of the Hancock Building, Navy Pier, Millennium Park, Michigan Avenue and the Lincoln Park Zoo.

At one point Cody left his phone in a cab, causing him to sweat like Marlon Brando at Wing Fest, yet the story had a happy ending, for what the cabby lacked in English he made up for with integrity and an investigative spirit not seen since the heyday of Sherlock Holmes. We were reunited with Cody's phone the next day, but not five minutes later our elation turned to horror, as upon entering the zoo, we witnessed a giant ape eat his own poop.

Milo is quite the little movie buff, so we ended up going to see Up (good) and Land of the Lost (not good), and capped off each night with some games FIFA 09', reruns of Flight of the Concords and Thai delivery. We sent the leftovers to the Lincoln Park Zoo, care of 'giant apes'.

Cody and Milo at Lou Malnati's.

Since then we've kept busy with Andersonville Summerfest, our hood's annual street fair, replete with happy gay men, Goose Island beer, fancy strollers and of course, the ubiquitous shirtless leathery guy drinking Busch and taking your picture while you pretend to surf on a plastic tidal wave.

We also took in a Cubs game last Sunday, this time much more successful than our first foray, as the Cubs handed Kerry Wood's Indians a 6-2 loss while we sunned ourselves in the bleachers. People watching (or as Katy calls it, 'd-bag watching') in the bleachers really never gets old, especially when accompanied by a Cubs win and the chance to sing 'Go Cubs Go'.

The footlong dog at Wrigley. Kraut, grilled onions, tomatoes, mustard and relish for color. Don't be a wuss and get those crappy steamed ones that the vendors come around selling. Those things are barely a step above jailhouse slop. Not pictured: Mandatory nachos with extra peppers.

I've been keeping busy with work, helping out with a couple of red carpet events and press tours and planning a few more of my own. The next two weekends we'll be back in Iowa, splitting time between Cedar Rapids and Waterloo this weekend and then spending the Fourth in Okoboji with Dad and Chris. I haven't been to Okoboji since I was tight-rolling my Dockers and hanging posters of a still black Jacko* (RIP) on my wall, so that should be fun.

I imagine that one of those weekends may mark the first time all summer I've been able to take my shirt off, so ladies, you're in for a real treat. In most cultures, me taking my shirt off for the first time marks the official beginning of summer, kind of like a white trash Groundhog Day type of thing. If the glare from my chest blinds onlookers that means only 2 more months of summer! Keep your fingers crossed and your sunglasses on.

*No joke, that really was the first poster I ever had up in my room when I was like 5. Kind of creepy in hindsight.

Cody and Milo at Navy Pier. Milo is looking for Somalian Pirates!

View from the Hancock Building. If you look closely you can see our place, with Carmella sitting in the window, looking indifferent.

The view from the bleachers at the Friendly Confines.

Epic Handfelt-Petersen Summit In Galena, Cubs Lose Again, Pictures of Food

Since we have posted anything since the GeoCities era of the Interwebs, I figured I would take it upon myself to do the heavy lifting of making our rather ho-hum lives seems chic and dashing yet again. Katy seems to have some sort of seasonal allergy to blogging and Carmella thinks the whole thing is lame, so once again the onus falls on me. Fear not dear reader, as in the coming weeks we lots of built-up monotony to share. Let's dive head first into this batch.

• Over Memorial Day weekend we paid a visit to the quaint city (town?) of Galena, where we met up with Katy's parents and did the whole Galena thing. We walked the main drag, visiting lots of homey shops and stocking up on some salsas, jams and assorted homemade delicacies. Harry and I sampled a hot sauce that could be described as both 'life altering' and 'life wrecking', depending on the sample size. Let's just say that my chest went from clean shaven to this in a matter of seconds. We ate an early dinner at the awesomely named Benjamin's and then made a brief pit stop to see Cory, Gretchen and the kids just long enough for me to comment on my brother's rather heinous golf stench. Then we hopped back in the Saturn, peeled out and floored it back to Chicago. (I floored it not because we were in a hurry to get home, but more because I'm a badass.)
  

Cindy, Katy, Harry and Chandler Bing. If you look closely you can see the steam coming out of Harry's ears from the hot sauce aftershock.

• On Sunday, May 28th we took in our first Cubs game of the year, a nationally televised night versus the Dodgers. Alas, the Cubs must have been nervous knowing that the Handfelts were in the crowd scouting them, as they proceeded to peel the ivy right off the wall with their stench, losing 8-2 on a nipply night at Wrigley. We ate at The Stretch before the game and it was once again delivered. You have to get the Clark Burger. A little slice of heaven on a toasted bun. We also stopped by Sluggers in search of a rumored photobooth. The photobooth is long gone, but Katy was able to get in a couple of quick games of Skeeball, rocking out like she was at Showbiz in the Regan Era. Remember that creepy banjo playing bear with the overalls? I did some digging and apparently these days Billy Bob isn't allowed within 200 feet of a school, or ironically, a Showbiz. One time I woke up in a cold sweat only to find Billy Bob standing over me with a knife. Then, just like that, he was gone. I swear that wasn't a dream. The smell of wet bear still sends chills down my spine.
  

Katy is all smiles here. Little does she realize that Billy Bob is standing right behind her.

This sweet picture looks like every other picture we take of ourselves at Cubs games. Which is why it's still sweet.

• A couple of new restaurant reports, complete with food pics. First up was Blackbird, a gloriously pretentious hot spot from chef Paul Kahan, who was been nominated for a James Beard Award (basically the food Oscars) back in 2007 and just opened the much talked about upscale pork palace, The Publican. Blackbird didn't disappoint, although it wasn't life altering either. My endive salad was to 'dive' for (oh my God that was terrible) and my drink, the Blackbird Orange, was like something you see in Esquire, and afterwards made me look like this. Katy got the pork belly and I went with the sturgeon. The service was very friendly and the food was solid, although I have a feeling I'd enjoy the communal dining tables and craft beers at The Publican a little better.
  

Pork Belly all up in my belly.

• On our way back from Old Orchard mall the other weekend we made a point to stop at Wholly Frijoles, a BYOB Mexican joint in Lincolnwood that we had first seen on our favorite show, Check Please, way back in the day. Located in a strip mall, it doesn't look like much from the outside, but the food is definitely better than your standard Mexican fare, even if it's priced that way. Great little place with awesome chips and salsa, although the word must be out on this place, cause it gets busy fast. I opted for the breaded pork with chipolte mashed potatoes and much less famished Katy settled for a quesadilla. I did think that it was funny that even though we were less than 10 miles from our place you could still totally tell that we were in the burbs. Perhaps it was the predominance of the windbreakers with shorts or dudes with slicked back hair and floral shirts, but we certainly weren't in our horned rim glasses and skinny jeans comfort zone.

The tenderloin's snooty cousin. He thinks he's better than you and frankly, he's probably right.

More posts coming up next week, including chronicling a visit from Cody and his whippersnapper of a boy, Milo. In the meantime, you should probably go see The Hangover, so long as you don't mind peeing your pants. (Which I don't.) Also, 500 Days of Summer was awesome, but that one isn't out until July 17th, so you're just gonna have to calm down and wait for that one. Eat your pork and bide your time.