Sunday, August 30, 2009
land of fantasy
We've just returned from sunny southern California where we spent three days at Disneyland and California Adventure, a day at Universal Studios and yet another at some very crowded, but fun beaches. Newport Beach and Corona del Mar. Iz is a regular mermaid and freaked me out jumping into the waves, allowing them to tumble her to shore.
This being my first Disneyland experience, I was like a kid in a candy store enjoying all this "happiest place on earth" has to offer. I skipped my way through the charming Main Street USA feeling like I'd just walked into a fantasy movie. Several rides were enjoyed through the course of the first day: Jungle Cruise, Pirates of the Caribbean, Indiana Jones, Haunted Mansion, Autotopia, the Finding Nemo Submarine. We jumped onto a horse drawn carriage, a train, or the monorail whenever we felt like it. Lines were short and often nonexistent on this beautiful Monday morning. It was all there at our disposal. When we got hungry we stopped and had a yummy, but expensive lunch at Rancho Del Zocalo, or a hot dog at one of the many little stands along the way. When we got thirsty we stopped for $3 bottles of water to stay hydrated. Ouch! By Tuesday we knew the location of all the drinking fountains where we could refill those expensive water bottles.
I was very impressed with the rides and the 4-D adventures (Honey I Shrunk the Audience and Shrek) where we were sprayed with drops of water when the characters sneezed, and felt mice scurry from the screen and over our feet. Our seats moved as though we were traveling in the same Jeep with the characters down a bumpy gravel road. It's all quite an amazing sensation.
My very favorite ride was in California Adventure, the newest theme park just across from Disneyland. Soarin' over California. Belted into a swinging row of seats with about nine people, we glided up to an IMAX movie screen in complete darkness. In seconds our toes were dangling over the Golden Gate Bridge, we were dipping down into the valley a few feet over a stream, gliding over mountains, an aircraft carrier, San Diego at night, a golf course (look out for that high flying golf ball!), orange grove, vineyard, ocean, Disneyland. All while smelling some of the appropriate smells... pine trees, oranges, lavender. This five minutes of bliss put me in a happy place I won't soon forget.
We stopped in Hollywood on the way back from Universal Studios. Iz wanted to take the Walk of Fame and check out Grauman's Chinese Theatre (she learned about it from I Love Lucy). This consists of a sidewalk along Hollywood Boulevard and Vine Street that serves as an entertainment hall of fame. It's embedded with more than 2,000 five-pointed stars featuring the names of not only human celebrities but also fictional characters honored for their contributions to the entertainment industry. We were hungry by the time we arrived here, so we jumped into the first posh restaurant we found. We ordered soft tacos at the counter and grabbed a seat near the window at Baja Fresh, which happened to be just across the street from Grauman's. It was all partitioned off for a premiere of the movie All About Steve, starring Sandra Bullock and Thomas Haden Church.
We wandered over to the wax museum where they had a few statues out on the sidewalk. I snapped a few pictures. Crowds of people were beginning to gather on the sidewalk around Grauman's. So we decided to hang out and watch the Hollywood types emerge from the premiere. It was kinda fun to watch all the fancy clothes and made up people walking by. When Sandra finally did walk out onto the sidewalk, security announced her presence. From where I was standing, I could have reached out and touched her. But I didn't.
The last day was spent trying to recover from it all lounging around the hotel pool, where it was 97 degrees in the shade, taking advantage of the poolside service for lunch and margaritas. Told ya it's the land of fantasy!
Now I've got to get working on all that laundry. And figure out how to soothe my very sore throat. Breathing air conditioned air all night made my throat feel like I swallowed razor blades.
Welcome to my world of fantasy and fun.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Tartmaster disaster
I finally had a chance to use this cute little gadget I bought at a second hand store over the July 4 weekend. I made tart dough a few weeks ago in anticipation, before the heat wave, and had it tucked away in the freezer waiting for the right moment. After thawing the dough, I carefully rolled it out into a nice thin sheet, sugared some fresh blueberries covered the dough with them, leaving little pathways around them, then rolled out the other half of the dough and laid it neatly on top of the berries. Ahhh... the moment I've been waiting for. I placed the Tartmaster over the layers, pressed down on the springy top and voilà! The top layer of dough stuck in the top of the Tartmaster and created a gooey mess! Okay, I must have done something wrong. Flour the Tartmaster. Try again. The bottom layer of dough had a nice fluted edge. The top stuck inside and created a gooey mess!
Then I threw a little tantrum, scooped everything up and threw it in the trash, Tartmaster and all.
We did pick our first cherry tomatoes today. Aren't they just the cutest?
My sweet hubby bought me a new lens for my camera yesterday... a 50mm f1.4... that I've been wanting. I was losing daylight by the time I was able to use it today, but I'll be doing some testing with it this week and I'll show you some of it's wonderfulness then.
Don't you just hate it when you have a kitchen disaster? It makes me feel all icky and down.
I'm going to have a bowl of ice cream now.
With extra chocolate sauce.
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Thursday, August 6, 2009
look what the postman brought
Sent to me by Sharon at Knot-Cha-Chá. Sharon graciously gave this away on her blog in honor of her blogiversary... and I won! Thank you Sharon! She handspun this beautiful thick-n-thin two-ply wool yarn. There's about 53 yards of it. Now what shall I knit with it? a scarf? arm warmers? any ideas?
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