I had one demand for Sara and Chris’ trip through Chicago: Rainbow Cone Rainbow cone is a summertime staple in Chicago’s south-side, and has about equal place in my memory as the lightning bugs that blink though the humid evenings here. So as you can imagine I was delighted when my cousin Mike and his wife Jenny showed up to the potluck with 40 rainbow cones. I think there were three left over after the party disbursed.
Bannack wasn’t too keen on the pistachios in the green layer of the rainbow cone but his great grandma Rose didn’t mind them one bit.
