...and I'm Spent!

Now that the curtain has fallen on Encore 2007, I am off to spend a couple of days of R & R with Jackie (after work today). I'll be back on Wednesday. Try not to miss me too much.

Thanks to all the friends and family who trekked here to see the show. It means so much to me to know that I am so loved and supported.

Here's some pictures of me with my new Encore friends Jessica and Scheherezada, and my old friend Brian (of Beth and Brian).

The "Mighty Mighty Chorus"

I have a handful of pictures from last night's concert up over on Photobucket. And if you go back after tonight, I'll probably have some more up as well. Woo!

And Now, Some Hot Tea

Opening night of "Hollywood..." was awesome. Everything that could sound good did (there's a small handful of soloists who must be good at fellatio... not mentioning any names or songs), and the audience clapped and laughed in all the right places. I'm high on applause right now. This is good, because I'll be able to talk about my afternoon without gritting my teeth and clenching my fists.

I threw my performance dress in the wash last night with some other dark clothes, and we left in in the washer over night so that it wouldn't sit in the dryer and wrinkle beyond redemption over night. I ended up pulling the dress out of the dryer and hanging it up right after Scott left for work, around 2:00. At that point I noticed 2 things: 1) the dress isn't quite as thick as I thought and I wasn't sure whether I was giving a peep show up under the stage lights, and 2) there were lots of strings hanging from random places on the dress.

So I grabbed the closest pair of scissors and started snipping threads. I got to one thread right on the boob dart, pulled it taut to snip it close, and ended up pulling a good 8" of thread right out of the dress, causing the dart to pop. And it was noticeable. My internal monologue went something along the lines of "shitshitshitshitshitshitshit." So after my shower, I made an emergency Wal Mart run.

I know that somewhere in the apartment we have tan thread and we have a pack of sewing needles. I didn't know where they are, but I did know myself well enough that had I called Scott to ask where the needles were I would have ended up yelling at him. So for the sake of my marriage, I bought not only black thread, but also a pack of 45 needles (for $2). I also bought a black dressy(?) shirt just in case I couldn't fix the dart. I figured I'd just wear it with a black skirt. And I got a black full slip just in case I could wear the dress.

Well, I was able to fix the dart with about 20 minutes of work (5 of that threading the needle and knotting the thread, and another 5 trying to stop the remainder of the original thread from unraveling). The seam is puckered and not pretty, but it's presentable. And I'm in the back row, so it really doesn't make too much of a difference. The dress is back in the wash now. I'll be checking my handiwork in the morning to make sure it held.

So anyway, crisis averted. By the way, for anyone planning on seeing the show, I recommend getting to the parking lot by 7 pm. Thursdays are historically our slowest shows (or so I hear), and we were about 2/3 full tonight. Plus, there's an amusing slide show and fun music beforehand.

Opening Night

I'd feel a lot better about this whole 'opening night' thing if our dress rehearsal had gone better. Of course, I fully expect my mother to make a comment about how bad rehearsals lead to good performances. Let's hope that's the case!

Well, I'm off to study two songs from Act 1 and most of Act 2.

Yet Another Post Entitled 'Seriously?!?'

These rehearsals are exhausting. And last night I totally lost my voice right at the grand finale high note. Lovely! Let's hope that doesn't happen again. Today will be spent drinking lots of water and hot tea. But enough about that. I need to discuss ridiculousness (real word? oh well - like I care!) in Oregon.

Two middle-school students in Oregon are facing possible time in a juvenile jail and could have to register as sex offenders for smacking girls on the rear end at school.

Cory Mashburn and Ryan Cornelison, both 13, were arrested in February after they were caught in the halls of Patton Middle School, in McMinnville, Ore., slapping girls on the rear end. Mashburn told ABC News in a phone interview that this was a common way of saying hello practiced by lots of kids at the school, akin to a secret handshake.

The boys spent five days in a juvenile detention facility and were charged with several counts of felony sex abuse for what they and their parents said was merely inappropriate but not criminal behavior.

WHAT?!?!? Slapping someone's bottom is a felony? You know, in the workplace, that's called sexual harassment ("and I don't have to take it"). I wonder if there has ever been an adult convicted, or even charged with a felony for this very action.

When I was a senior in high school, I got groped by a guy acquaintance on a newspaper field trip. Out of nowhere, he just reached out and grabbed himself a handful of boob. And I did what I think most of my contemporaries would have done: I slapped him across the face hard enough to leave a hand print. And then he and I got over it. And had I told a teacher (actually, I think one may have witnessed the slapping... good thing I wasn't charged with felony battery!) I seriously doubt the police would have been involved. I don't even think he would have been suspended.

It's only been 11 years, so please don't try to tell me "the world is a different place." Does anyone out there actually think this matter is being handed appropriately? And slightly off-topic, click on that news story if you have a second. If it were your son on trial, wouldn't you iron his shirt before his hearing? You know what they say about first impressions!

Off!

For the next six days, I get to sleep in past 9 am. I get to watch the noon news. And yet, to my chagrin, I won't get to watch any prime time TV at all.

I'm off from work because there are Encore rehearsals and performances for the next 6 nights. I have a 6:30 call for each of these nights. And given that the show is at Epcot, and there is a bus involved, I'll have to leave here by 5 to make sure I get there in time. And I probably won't get home until 12:30 (again, with the darn buses). It's almost like I'm working more than 40 hours and not being paid for it.

But I'm not complaining. I'm quite certain I'll be exhausted by the end of the week, but I'm ok with that. I'm just excited about waking up without an alarm clock!

Comments Are Sometimes Unnecessary

I have lamented to Scott recently that I feel AOL's practice of allowing comments on all of their news stories is just ridiculous.  The news does not need comments.  The true crazies will call up the news organization (or e-mail them, I guess) and make their comments that way.

It seems that there are an awful lot of people in the world who spend their days leaving comments strewn across the internet.  Why?  Maybe they are people who don't feel they get enough attention in the real world.  No, they don't have an opinion worth sharing on the crisis in Darfur, but they will happily make fun of the guy 5 posts ahead who misspelled Darfur.

Never more has this been more apparent to me than this evening during my lunch.  I was reading AOL News and clicked on a story about the St. Louis Arch power outage (http://news.aol.com/story/_a/power-outage-traps-200-in-st-louis-arch/20070722100709990001?ncid=NWS00010000000001#cmntbgn).  The top 5 comments in a row had been added by the same person (the same comment 5 times) - Tips for Giving Great Head.  And it was step-by-step instructions, as a later commenter pointed out, like they were copied from The Joy of Sex!

WHAT does that have to do with the Arch being without power?  A suggestion, perhaps, on how to kill time while waiting in the tiny tram compartments for 2 hours?  Or just another indicator of society's decline?  Or maybe just a hopeful, lonely guy.

And Tonight, I Sleep!

I finished the book at 3:00 this morning. It turns out that chapter 20 is the point where it gets good, and from there the last 350 pages just sort of swoosh by. I'm still annoyed about the first half of the book. It really read like she refused to let an editor touch the book. I passed the book to Scott, and I just can't wait for him to finish it (luckily I have a few other things to keep me occupied for the next 10 days) so that I can finally talk to someone about it.

And here's the flowers I got at work the other day:

Ooh...Pretty...

Note: I attempted to send this entry last night, but it didn't take.  Let's try that again, shall we?
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I apologize in advance that there is no photo to go along with this long story.  I will add one in the morning if I have time before work. 

So there I was on the phone with a guy booking a private party for this December (dude - I want SO BADLY to be invited to their party!  It's a group of 18 friends who live about an hour away.  They're going to rent a couple of limos, come up here and look at Christmas decorations at some of the local hotels, and then have dinner here.  "Please, mister? Can't I be your friend too?") and one of the servers came in and dropped a bouquet of flowers on my desk.

I thought it was yet another example of something left in the cooler or otherwise unwanted that was being given to me.  Well imagine my surprise when I looked at the card and it had MY name on it!  Who could possibly be sending flowers to ME?

It turns out that the arrangement is from a guy I first spoke to about a month ago who called me up yelling and screaming demanding the highest manager available (which was, at that moment, umm… me) because he wasn't able to book our kitchen table (I believe the word "conspiracy" was mentioned) .  He was a classic example of the "let them get it out of their system" philosophy of conflict management.  He just didn't want to believe me that the one table per night books that quickly.  By the time he finished his rant, I knew about his family, how much money they spend on family vacations every year, and he was threatening to not renew his annual passes because of the crappy customer service at The Restaurant. So I finally got him calmed down and offered him the dates that we had available at the time that had cancellations and no wait list.  I also offered to put him on the wait list for every day for the rest of the year. 

At that point, he was trying to book for Thanksgiving.  I could have booked Christmas for him right then and there, which wasn't open to the public yet, but I was holding my line of "this is when we can book and we don't make exceptions because it's just not fair."  Well, that first phone conversation ended ok.  He had a list of dates to consider, and we agreed to speak in a week.  None of those dates ended up working for his family, but I promised to keep in touch if anything else opened up.  And he was going to try to book the table the old-fashioned way for a date around the holidays.  I called him since 3 or 4 times with various dates, and each time he declined the table, but thanked me for keeping him in mind. 

A strange fluke ended up occurring and the table on New Years Eve didn't get booked.  Of course, he was my first phone call.  I left him a voicemail, and then on my days off I got an e-mail from another girl in the office saying that he had accepted the table and was very excited and thankyouveryverymuch.  Yay!  Mission accomplished!

And today, 2 weeks later, this absolutely gorgeous tropical arrangement shows up on my desk with a card that says, "NEW YEARS EVE, WOW!  THANK YOU SO MUCH" from him and his family.  I nearly peed myself!  And ever since then, I've had a steady stream of people in the office asking if it is my anniversary, if I have a secret admirer, if my husband is in big trouble, if I'm up to something I shouldn't be…  It's great fun.  And I'm still in shock.  This is no bouquet of daisies (which I still would have been shocked and thrilled with). 

When it comes down to it, I was doing what I have done for lots of other people.  In this job, I'm lucky when I get a thank-you e-mail.  Little does this guy realize, but he's given me motivation to keep plugging along and busting my butt for our new and repeat clients.  Oh - and he's also given me a mandatory OT shift.  NYE is a Monday, and I've already been told that I'll have to make an appearance and thank him in person.  And really, I have no problem with that at all.  I called him tonight and gushed at his voicemail, but I think a personal greeting is certainly appropriate.

So anyway, I'll try to stick in a picture tonight or in the morning, but no promises.  I'm going to Wal Mart tonight with Cat to buy Harry Potter 7 at midnight, and my posts will probably be pretty minimal for the next few days until I finish the book.

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So that's yesterday's entry.  I took a picture this morning, which is safely stored on the camera.  I was up until just about 5:00 reading HP7, and woke up at 9 for work.  I'm just about halfway through the book (finished 18 of 36 chapters) and so far, I'm not loving it.  Yep - 363 pages of "meh."

The Week of Potter

Well, most die-hard Harry Potter fans have already seen the movie (it premiered last week... I think). I just finished re-reading book 5, so Scott and I are going to see it today. Right now, I'm in the process of re-reading book 6 so that I'm fully refreshed when book 7 comes out this Friday at midnight.

Of course, I'm still looking for someone to go stand in the "loser line" at Wal Mart with me. Scott is working late that night.

Sometimes it's fun to be swept up in the hype. And I doubt that, in my lifetime, there will again be this much hype over a series of books. Besides, I can't risk not reading the last book right away, because I don't want to hear who dies or how it ends from anyone else before I can read it for myself.

In other book news, one of my favorite non-Potter books in recent years, Sammy's Hill (by Kristin Gore... yes, that Gore) has a sequel out called Sammy's House. I'm really excited about reading it - the blurb seems to have all the elements that made the original book so funny. Oh - and according to Amazon.com, Sammy's Hill is now under film development. Yay!

Off to the movies...

The "Super Secret Project"

As you may remember, I spent a few days last week at work with my camera taking pictures of everyone that would hold still long enough for me to focus and click the button. Whenever asked what I was doing, I would just smile and say I was working on a Super Secret Project. This basically tipped people off a little of what I was doing - something related to our party on August 1. (oh yeah - there's a party on August 1 - we closed the restaurant for the night. more accurately, I closed the restaurant - I had to call the people who already had reservations and reschedule them for other nights.)

They all assumed I was working on some sort of slide show presentation for during the event. Nice thought, but I didn't have time to take a year's worth of candid pictures, and I doubt our managers want to spend the extra bucks for a projector.

The SSP was actually nothing more than invitations to the party. It seems that everything involving The Restaurant is (on the surface at least) formal and stuffy. And I had to beg The Boss to let me try an invitation design that wasn't boring. In the end, we both got what we wanted. I got an invitation that was fun and inviting (and with a bonus collage of everyone on the inside), and he picked the color for the background - shades of a beige-ish, olive color.

So far the reaction has been overwhelmingly positive (Girl Chef told the cooks to say thank you to me, and they obey her every command. ha!). And hey - taking pictures and designing something on the computer is a great way for me to blow time at the end of my shift.

And did I mention there's a party? That will be the cap on quite a strange week here in the ParkHopper household. I took vacation days for the Encore! show (tickets on sale now), so I'll be off Mon-Sat, I work Sunday, off Mon-Weds, party Weds night, and then back to normal on Thursday the 2nd. And in the midst of all of those days off, Jackie is flying down on Saturday and I'm spending my days off with her.

Meow! (the sound of cattiness)

Scalzi's Weekend Assignment: Humiliate your pet! Show a picture or tell a story that features your pet doing something that's goofy or silly, even for dumb animal. If you don't currently have a pet, you can tell a pet story from a previous furry pal of yours, or pass along a pet humiliation story someone once shared with you.

Gee... it's awfully difficult for me to pick just one "stupid pet trick" here. After all, while the most ridiculous thing I see regularly is Kilo sucking on his back foot (we think he was weaned too early), I don't have any photos or video of that. Same for ZoePig running laps around her cage at 1 am. What I do have photos of is Milo's penchant for squeezing himself into places he shouldn't be.

Especially boxes. The box he is sitting in here (pretending to be comfortable and casual) is the length and width of a standard DVD case. What is that? 5" x 7"? He eventually managed to curl up and take a nap in this particular box. I don't know how - or why - he does it!

It's not just boxes though. I've shared my picture of him in the fridge in the past, and I may have already published this one of him in the basket. That particular photo session got much funnier when he tipped over and it took him a few seconds to get his footing and get out of the basket. This is what makes housecleaning so much fun!

And Milo often helps me see the silver lining in a crappy situation. Last spring when my Wicked Step-Mother sent me most of my childhood (you know... everything that wasn't valuable or desirable to her), she sent a total of around 20 boxes. And in the time it took for me to invest in plastic storage bins and sort through 25 years of mementos, Milo certainly made the most of the situation!

Extra credit: Do you think your pet is actually humiliated? Umm...no! In fact I'm the one who should be humiliated. After all, I turned these pictures and a bunch of others into a "Cats in Boxes" calendar, which I then gave to family members for Christmas. Because who doesn't want picture of someone else's cats hanging on their wall right above their important reminders?

What's in the Picture?

No, the camera phone isn't equipped with a flash. Yes, the picture was taken at night.

Can you tell what you're looking at there? That would be my back left tire, or what's left of it. There was a screw in it (well, it's still there) and somehow this caused the tire to fail catastrophically. Then I drove on it for about a mile, trying to identify the new thump-thump-thump noise in my engine.

WHAT??!? Don't judge - I've never had tire problems before. I have however had really strange engine noises and car shakes!

So the car is at Port Orleans. It turns out I do have a spare, but I don't have a jack or a lug wrench, and Scott's lug wrench doesn't work on foreign cars.

I called the over-priced Disney mechanics, who quoted me a total cost of $86 all-inclusive. Sure, that's a bit much for just one tire, but the other option is to buy a lug wrench, put the spare on, and drive it to Wal Mart for service tomorrow. Given that I work at noon and Scott has a super-late night, we CAN'T car pool tomorrow.

Needless to say, I'm cranky already. It's going to be a loooong day!

Geometrically Speaking...

Scalzi's Monday Photo Shoot: Picture something that shows off something geometrical. Squares, cubes, vectors, right angles, tangents and so on; basically, any picture that shows geometrical forms and shapes in an interesting and obvious way.

OK, so the theme is geometry. Is anyone at all surprised that my photo choice is a close-up of Epcot's Spaceship Earth?


Amazingly enough, I couldn't find another picture of the whole sphere in my archives (but here's one from Photobucket.com for reference - a pretty night shot). But that's ok - because this particular picture shows off many of the triangles that make up the surface. Here's some facts for you about the structure:

• Spaceship Earth is 180 feet high
• It is a geodesic sphere
• 11,324 triangles make up the exterior
• The exterior was designed so that when it rains, no water pours off the sides onto the ground. (All water is "absorbed" through one inch gaps in the facets and is collected in a gutter system - and finally channeled into World Showcase Lagoon.)

And possibly the best news of all, the ride is currently closed for refurbishment, during which time they will remove that eyesore Sorcerer Mickey hand from the outside.

Celebrity Treatment

As I mentioned yesterday, Scott and I went over to The Hotel today for a free portrait session. This is a service they are going to start offering to Hotel guests at the end of the month, so this week they were seeking employee guinea pigs. In exchange for trudging across Hotel grounds for 20 minutes with a photographer-in-training (already knows how to take pictures of course - just learning which places make the best pictures), we received a free photo CD with our pictures.

Our session ended up yielding 21 pictures, and of those pictures, 20 were really good (3 are already in frames). Of those 20, here's a sampling of the images:


(if you can't get this to play, click here)

After our session, we had lunch and despite the bad service (thank you, Javier... and you should thank your employer for that automatic 18% gratuity), we had a really good time. I would definitely say today was a good day. And we have all of those photos to remind us of it!

Behind the Scenes

My poor blog has become quite the victim of neglect in the past month or so. And it's a shame, because there are lots of things in my life that I find fascinating and exciting (or at least worth writing down and remembering) but those things take a lot of time and energy - my blogging time and energy.

Encore, of course, is a huge piece of that. Rehearsals take up 11 1/2 hours a week, not including travel time. It's mentally draining - I'm starting to freak out about all of the music needing to be memorized. We only have 3 choir rehearsals left, then 2 choir/orchestra combo rehearsals (1 of which I probably won't be able to wiggle out of work), then 2 dress rehearsals. And we still have one song we haven't learned yet! Physically, it's also draining. For popcorn movie music, it is some of the most difficult I have ever learned. It's definitely the highest I've ever had to sing.

Work is actually slower in the summer (something about 90-degree weather makes people not want to eat for 3 hours straight... go figure!), but my special project workload has gone up. The Boss has given us the green light to have engineering pull some countertops out of our office built into the wall from when our office was the cash control office and do a little rearranging at the same time. Little Boss and I are really excited about it, even though it's going to require coming in on a day off in jeans and doing lots of manual labor. The goal: a neat and streamlined space that looks more like an office than a supply closet. Dare to dream!

In ScottLand, he's almost able to see the light at the end of the tunnel of those super-late shifts he's been working. It'll be fun to see which newbie gets stuck with those late-night closing shifts. This is good for me as well, because if he's not home, I rarely fall asleep before 2.

In cringe-inducing news: I almost ripped the nail off of my left pinkie toe today. I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and when I went to straighten out my legs, the nail somehow snagged on the seam of my jeans. It didn't come off. It did, however, bleed. I am going to refrain from posting a picture. You're welcome.

Tomorrow Scott and I are going out to The Hotel for a fabulous portrait session (a new service they're rolling out, free this week for employee guinea pigs) and then to lunch (not free). Perhaps I'll have some pics to show off tomorrow.

1,000 Words

This, as you can tell, is a picture of me. It started out as a picture of me and one of our servers, but I figure I'll keep him anonymous, so he got "the crop."

Anyway, back to the picture of me. This picture totally encapsulates the fish-out-of-water-ness of me and The Restaurant. There I am, messy hair, casual twin-set made even more casual by pushing up the sleeves, crooked name tag, sitting at the table with 3 pieces of crystal stemware, gold-embossed charger plates, and real silver. It's an even better contrast with the server, all dressed in his vest, tie, and tails.

I was wandering around taking pictures of everyone I could today at work for a "super secret project" I'm working on. The Chef let me interrupt his 3:00 meeting to take pictures of all of his minions, and then I busted into the servers' pre-meal meeting and The Boss let me pester everyone there. Anyway, the only reason I ended up having my picture taken at all was because the one server was sitting apart from everyone else and I made the comment, "that's because he wants his picture taken with ME!" So there we are.

Also since I had my camera today, and since we had a proposal in The Restaurant, I got to get a really good picture of our ring-in-the-rose proposal set-up. Our seater sets this up. I'd never actually seen it before tonight (though I describe it an awful lot), and I just thought it was the most beautiful thing ever. We didn't have the guy's ring yet, so we just used mine in the picture.

They send this out to the table under a silver dome so that it looks like just another course... until they lift up the lid and voila!

By the way, the girl said yes. How could she not with a presentation like that?

What Is He Wearing This Time?

Mom asked if I was still going to see Dr. Ponytail. Well, the short answer is yes. The longer answer is "yes, because I would like to go through life showing the inside of my hoo hoo to as few people as possible." Besides, he's really nice. And I love his black scrubs and goofy Converse sneakers.

Well my last office visit was July 3, and the whole office was decked out in red white and blue. And rather than wearing his usual black scrubs, Dr. Ponytail was wearing this ridiculous American flag button-down shirt (like you'd see at a chili cook-off only with the US flag instead of the Texas flag). I mentioned this to Scott, and he asked if the good doctor had flag-pattern Converse to match.

No... not quite...

His Converse sneakers du jour were covered with a $100 bill pattern. I guess the picture of Ben Franklin tied it all together with the holiday?

(I'm sorry for the crappy picture, but this is the ONLY one a google search and a Photobucket search turned up.)

Short & Sweet

Scalzi's Weekend Assignment: Share a joke. Make it funny.

Why does the Little Mermaid wear sea shells?

Because "B" shells are to small!

Yes, I know, that one works better when spoken. But it really is one of my favorite jokes. Anyone else have a short joke? Leave it in the comments.

Fireworks and Other Randomness

So I learned some things last night about my workplace:

1) The second floor gift shop (home of the "cheap" $5 batteries) is an excellent place to watch fireworks from. Of course, I was only in said shop at fireworks time because I was leaving work early to beat the firework crowd out of the area so I didn't stop to watch.

2) The lot where I park my car: also an excellent place to watch the show. Plus out there you get the bonus symphony of 18 car alarms going off at once every time a large shell explodes. Nothing says "God Bless America" like an 18-car salute!

3) A lot of people park in very stupid places (along a 6-lane highway? sure... why not?) to watch fireworks. Why not just park in 30 minute parking and go down to the lagoon? Duh!

So I really only caught a couple disjointed seconds of the big fireworks last night. That wasn't such a big deal to me - they're the same every year. Of course, then I pulled into my apartment complex and it was exactly as Scott had warned me ahead of time - like a war zone. There were 4 or 5 different people around the complex shooting fireworks up into the sky (I was under the impression that anything that launches is illegal... but what do I know? I grew up in a state were sparklers were illegal). Our actual street was filled with delightful sulfur-tinged smoke. And Scott kept watching the drunken morons across the street waiting for them to blow up their own truck. It never happened.

Since I worked yesterday, I have a bonus day off today... until 6 when I have to leave for choir. I started today with a little blog-cleaning. I added and removed some of the blogs on my side bar and did some other minor tweaking. Also on my agenda: trip to Wal Mart to buy cat litter. Stat!

What a thrilling life I lead!

My Gynecologist Likes My T-Shirt

...and I'm rather fond of it too!





Yes, that's actually all I had to say. I just thought the title of the entry was worth actually taking a picture to go along with it!

Elvis Has Left the Kitchen

Does anybody know what today is? That's right, it's pot luck day! My plan was to make 2 loaves of banana bread to bring to work, but then Scott made a puppy dog face, so I got enough bananas for three loaves.

Last night on my way home, I stopped at Wal Mart for a secret ingredient. That trip was mercifully quick. Thank God for self check-out! No waiting if you're willing to "beep your own."

I got home, changed into shorts, pulled my hair back, and commenced the baking process. Three batches worth. That's 6 cups of flour, 6 eggs, 9 bananas, and some other stuff. Also, because I wanted to make sure everything was even, I used 3 bowls to keep the batches separate. Please don't judge - this made sense to me.

By the time Scott got home, the three loaves were in the oven. Two had the secret ingredient and one didn't. And all of my dishes were in the sink. Whosagoodgirl???

Well, something went wonky with my bread. One, despite the Clean Toothpick Seal of Doneness, was clearly not. I left it in for another 10 minutes, but was concerned that the cheap disposable loaf pans might cause the bottoms to burn. It turns out the only real problem with the disposable pans is that there are two in the pack and it turns out you should use them together as one because they're flimsy and don't support a full load of batter. Both pans buckled/bulged in weird places.

So that one with the clean toothpick? I waited 15 minutes after they came out of the oven, turned that one out onto a plate, and cut into it. And it thought it was a lava cake! Ooze! Damnit!

I'm fairly sure that the center of the loaf in the other cheap pan is also not done (note the dent in the top). I figure I'll slice up both of those and put them in a container to take to work - that way I can trim out the un-done parts.

So what was the secret ingredient? Peanut butter chips! I have to say, the chips elevate the bread to a whole new place. Really, ask Scott. It's fabulous. The bread is so much richer, and is definitely more suited for dessert than for breakfast. Not that I didn't have any for breakfast... but I probably shouldn't have.

Next project: figure out how to incorporate bananas into peanut butter cookies. But for today, I feast!

The Chocolate Fund

You all know that I am the resident chocolate "dealer" at my restaurant, right? Well, I apologize if I neglected to mention it before. It has become a pretty long-standing thing now (since October). For the past two months, I have turned my focus to a healthier alternative - trail mix with peanuts, raisins, yogurt raisins, and Raisinets - and other people have been bringing in bags of candy.

Aside from the candy donations, sometimes people will give me a dollar or two. It's certainly not requested, but a donation will get you a say in the next type of candy purchased.

Well yesterday The Boss gave me $10 for the chocolate fund, which I proceeded to put in the envelope in my unlocked desk marked "Chocolate Fund." That was at about 3:00. Around 7, he decided he needed AAA batteries for an old pen-size flashlight in his desk and sent me downstairs to the shop to buy them. He was trying to figure out whether to give me his corporate card, but I suggested I'd just use the $10 he had given me earlier.

The sundry shop downstairs had AAA batteries - but they were marked $15 for four batteries! I hadn't brought my wallet or my discount card, so I trudged my way back upstairs to grab both. Even at 35% off, I didn't think that $10 would cover the tax. Leaving my office again, I thought I'd try the gift shop on our level (mostly toys). These guys had batteries, but they were a different brand and there was no price tag. So I crossed my fingers and got in line. Imagine my surprise when the man rang up my purchase and told me the total was $5.75.

WHAT?!?!?

I still don't know what magical powers the batteries downstairs possessed, but I'm glad I didn't have to spend all of my chocolate fund on four tiny batteries.

Well, wouldn't you know, the batteries didn't do the trick for the little flashlight anyway. I told The Boss that they do sell tiny flashlight key chains in the gift shop, but I spent all my money on his batteries. I don't think he was amused.

Yesterday

Yesterday was one of those days I was pretty much dreading before it started. Cat was out of town, and we had been bird/rat/snake/fish sitting since Tuesday. This means I had to drive 1/2 hour to her house before work, go to work for (only) 8 hours, and then go to choir practice for another 3 1/2 hours. I left home at 8:40 am and didn't get home until 11:00 pm. And then did I have the common sense to go to sleep? Not quite - check out the time stamp on the previous entry! So here's a "fascinating" look at yesterday's time line:

7:30 - wake up to pleasant wind chime alarm clock, hit snooze
8:05 - wake up to no sound, realize I turned off the alarm instead of snoozing it, take fast shower
8:40 - after packing lunch (mmm...KFC left-overs) and eating breakfast, leave the house
9:17 - arrive at Cat's, two minutes after I was supposed to have left Cat's to get to work in a timely manner. take bird out of cage for a whopping 5 minutes of quality time. she rides along on my shoulder while I change her food and water, feed the fish, and check to make sure the rats are still alive (no time to feed them - but there's enough food in the bowl to last the day)
9:22 - bird doesn't want to go back in the cage yet. it's hard to grab her when she hides directly in the middle of your back where you can't reach her! put bird back in cage, run to bathroom to check mirror for poop on new shirt.
9:23-9:58 - drive to work, mostly uneventful because I couldn't speed due to the two lumbering dump trucks ahead of me
9:59 - pull into the parking lot at work. well, at least I made it to the property on time!
10:05 - 11:30 - catch up on e-mails sent by various chefs and managers during my weekend, clean up messes left by co-workers (literal and figurative - eww, whose coffee rings were on my desk???)
11:30 - 12:15 - make some confirmation calls, realize that cereal bar for breakfast wasn't very filling
12:15 - 12:30 - gobble up the "entree" portion of my packed lunch: 2 random pieces of KFC, some mashed potatoes, and some mac n cheese
12:30 - 5:00 - normal work things - more phone calls, print menus for 1st seating, show off my new "birth mark" to some of the servers
5:00 - 5:15 - finish lunch, saving the bag of Chips Ahoy for break during rehearsal.
5:15 - 6:30 - do most of my normal post-6:30 tasks so that the girl who is covering for me won't have too much to do. (and so that everything would be done my way)
6:30 - 6:50 - drive to rehearsal, call Scott to say hi, call Cat to tell her all her animals were still alive as of that morning
7:00 - 10:30 - rehearsal kicks my ass. did you know the movie Superman has a love theme? do you know why you didn't know that? because it's booooring. and I, as a soprano 1, am good only at singing the melody and singing high. ooh's and ahh's with no place in the music are really hard for me. on the bright side, we started learning Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious last night. We're doing the Broadway version of the song, which actually involves spelling the word set to music. It's insane! (in a good way)
10:30 - 11:00 - drive home with stereo turned up loud to keep me awake
11:00 - 12:00 - play on computer, listen to Daily Show/Colbert Report, wait for Scott to get home
12:00 - Scott gets home, and I am ready for bed! Just then I realize that Wednesday's episode of Top Chef (which I missed at rehearsal) is starting.
12:00 - 1:00 - watch Top Chef laying in bed. bye bye Micah!
1:02 - zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Today I'm back to waking up at 9, leaving for work at 11 am, and getting home at 11 pm. Thank goodness for small favors!

2 Inches of Tan

Yesterday, the girl I sit next to at choir had just come from spray tanning. She's light-skinned for a Puerto Rican, and prefers to not be called Snow White by her friends and family. So she spray tans. We were joking about me going in looking like me and coming out looking her color. Or orange. I told her I was wondering what they'd say if I walked in and said "make me look like normal people look before you spray them."

So she whips out a bottle of tanning lotion (for missed spots) and puts a dollop on my arm. I wiped it pretty thin, and it completely disappeared in my skin. No color whatsoever. So imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning with a tan patch on my arm!

Can you see it? I know the picture is dark and fuzzy, but there's a pretty clear line there at the top. Amazingly enough, it's not orange. (yeah, it does look a little orange in the picture) It's impossibly dark, and I can't imagine actually being that color, but it's definitely not orange.

Perhaps I'll explore the possibility of artificially changing my skin tone. Any thoughts?

"Herbal" Tea

I can just hear my three loyal readers right now asking themselves, "what in the Sam Hell is she doing in that pot?"

Nope, it's not soup (I make the stuff out of a can... unless I'm feeling very Suzy Homemaker, in which case I use powdered mix).

Nope, it's not some kind of wacky holistic fertility tea (though they do exist).

It's the beginning stage of mint iced tea. What's in the pot? Six Red Rose decaf tea bags and a giant handful of mint leaves from our balcony jungle.

The tea is now done, and aside from the random mint leaves that escaped into the jug when I poured the hot tea in, it's pretty tasty. It's not as strong as I'd like, and amazingly, not as minty as I wanted, but I haven't made tea at home in quite a while and it's nice to drink something other than water.

I'm off to bask in my Southernness. Catch y'all later!

Get Me OUT of Here!

Scalzi's Monday Photo Shoot: Get a picture of a crowd or crowded event. Conventions, weddings, parties in cramped spaces -- you know, anywhere there's lots of folks doing something.

Nothing I could possibly go and take a picture of right now could top these two pictures from my photo album. I thought they had been taken on Thanksgiving, but the back clearly notes the date as December 27, 1996.

The place: Magic Kingdom (intersection of Main Street U.S.A. and Town Square)

The time: Around 3:30 (just after the 3:00 parade)

My mental state: Crazed! (Jamie no likey crowds)

This crowd was so amazing to me that I actually took two pictures - which in the days before the digital camera says something! The first picture was taken up Main Street (you can make out Cinderella Castle all decked out "pepto palace" style for the WDW 25th Anniversary celebration), and the second was taken into Town Square.

This was taken two years before the opening of Animal Kingdom, so I would guess there were over 60,000 people in the park that day. And I would also guess that most of them had stopped somewhere along the parade route to see the Christmas Parade. Now that I live down here, I avoid the parks when they get this crowded. My litmus test: if the line for Haunted Mansion is more than 30 minutes, I'm not staying.

Still, that was quite an experience. And I'm glad to have a) been there to take these pictures, and b) lived to tell the tale!

BANANAS!!!

Scott and Jamie,

Buy bananas!  At least 8 of them - more if you plan to eat them.  Put them in a paper bag so that they will go brown faster. (does that work for bananas?)

Jamie - pot luck at work on Sunday 7/1 - you are bringing banana bread - 2 loaves.

Jamie

I'm Safe for Children!

OK, I'm mostly safe for children. Which portions of my blog are unsuitable? It turns out on this main page I used the word "shoot" 3 times and the word "whore" once. Make that four and two times respectively!

I must have been watching my language recently because I swear like a sailor in real life! Glad to know I can be trusted with children, as long as there is parental guidance standing by.

"Quote" "Unquote"

Please watch the following clip from Friends. I'll catch up with you under the video.



The air quotes in this episode are a favorite among Scott's and my circle of friends. Especially Dave. But it's from Friends... of course Dave loves it. Joey's inappropriate use of the air quotes cracks me up. It's funny because he's the stupid character, and he tries to follow along with what everyone else does.

Inappropriate use of quotes becomes much less amusing when in a business e-mail. From a doctor. Take this example, edited for privacy, but not for humor:

March 1 is my parents' "50th" wedding anniversary and I wanted to see if I could schedule the "private room" for this evening. It would be for the following "8" people...

Dr. Quotation and I have exchanged almost a dozen e-mails at this point, and every time he throws in a random "pair of quotes" for some reason. I have gotten into the habit of reading his messages aloud, using the Joey Tribbiani "air quotes" for effect.

Am I the only one with this pet peeve? I mean, I know I have some weird writing quirks - like this one with the dashes - that probably drive people mad, but I avoid using them at work.

A Jamie Thing

I'm sure everyone out there has things happen to them and they just think, "this could only happen to me!" Right? I'm not the only one, am I? Anyway, this is one example of something I'm sure must have happened to someone else, but I just can't imagine it.

I got a blister on my foot from walking around the mall the other day. I was wearing my green sparkly flip flops, which I don't recall having issues with before, but I haven't worn them for a while. Surprisingly, I managed to catch the blister when it was the size of a pea (or "freaking huge!") and still hadn't popped. Scott had band aids in his car and I was back in business.

Yesterday we were running out the door to get to the dentist and I grabbed one of those little circle band aids and slapped it over my still-intact blister. Fast forward past the trip to the dentist (which took all of 10 minutes), past the trip to Walgreens (for antibiotics - a last-ditch effort to not crack open my tooth), and past lunch at the pizza place (mmm...calzone...). We got back into the car and I discovered the crisis forming on my foot.

The band aid had repositioned itself and the adhesive was now covering the blister. All of it. And it was stuck!

Well, in the process of cutting off all of the bandage that wasn't stuck to my tender skin, I ended up popping the blister. Damn. And since the blister popped, I was no longer able to stick to my original plan of soaking the foot in soapy water. So instead, I spent a half hour continuously wiping the opposite edge of the band aid with a wet and soapy paper towel. Eventually I got all of it off. And it's already starting to heal (but still ugly and tender). I guess I'll be sticking with regular band aids for the duration of this process.

Oh well... anyone want a pair of green sparkly flip flops?

Fun With Chimes

I bought a really silly impulse item yesterday at the froo froo Millenia Mall: a wind chime alarm clock!

See, I love wind chimes, and thought it would be most pleasant to be woken up by the pleasant tinkle-tinkle (not to be confused with pee pee) of wind chimes rather than by the beep-beep of an alarm clock.

And I did wake up to that pleasant chiming... about 8,000 times all night long. It seems that the ceiling fan also counts as "wind." But they didn't chime constantly. I don't know if the A/C kicking in changed the air flow of the room, or if it was just me breathing in that general direction, but the darn things kept waking me up!

On the bright side, the actual alarm did wake me up at the correct time, and I even managed to snooze it (5 minute snooze... what is THAT?) and then turn the alarm off to get in the shower. Go me!

Sadly, I think the wind chimes are driving Scott a little batty and I may end up just moving the clock to the living room and setting it to chime every hour - like a tiny digital grandfather clock. We'll see how it works out.

But why am I using the alarm at all? It's my day off! Well, that would be because I scheduled myself a dentist appointment at 11 to look at yet another aching tooth (which may be a repeat of an old aching tooth... I'm not really sure). The fun just never stops!

A Cautionary Tale

Scalzi's Weekend Assignment: Share a useful tip for the kitchen. It can be about anything from cooking to cleaning, as long as it involves something in the kitchen (which, for the purposes of this assignment, includes the pantry and the table you eat at).

Yes, I work at a 4-star restaurant. No, I don't work in the kitchen. The only practical thing I have learned from the kitchen at work is that the guy carrying the giant pot of boiling liquid has the right of way. No matter what.



My home kitchen tip is simple: don't let this happen to you! If you pack a lunch for work or school, and the lunch involves any type of reusable plastic packaging, do not leave the packaging in your lunchbox, dirty with bits of uneaten food, until the next lunch you pack.



This container held my lunch on Monday - corned beef and cabbage. I have been off the past few days, and didn't discover the ancient food relics until this morning when I went to put today's lunch into my lunch box. If you have never smelled cooked cabbage after three days without refrigeration, consider yourself lucky. It's pretty wretched!

Amazingly, this is a bad habit of both mine and Scott's (mostly mine). We have a standing agreement that the person who left the container closed up has to be the one to open and rinse it out. You'd think by now we would have learned our lesson!

Extra credit: You're ten and allowed to cook a meal. What do you cook? Grilled cheese, chocolate chip cookies, and Kool Aid! These, along with pancakes, are the first hot foods I can remember being involved with. As for the Kool Aid, I drank a lot of it as a kid. I guess my mom just decided at some point that it would be better if I just made it myself.

"B" Serious!

Tonight was my first Encore rehearsal. I can't believe how much fun I had. I actually know only one single person from the outside world in a choir of 180 members, so I had plenty of opportunity to meet new people. And I did. Found a bunch of other sopranos who were quite nice, and so far only hate 2 people (who kept interrupting our break-out rehearsal to make sure the pianist/director heard that some people were slightly off-beat or not breaking at the right time - it's the first rehearsal and it's not your G.D. job, so just sit there and sing your part. grrrrr).

I had a moment of terror when we got to the last page of music we were doing tonight and the Soprano I notes were so high I actually had to count up lines to see what they were. (note: when I auditioned, my song went up to the G at the top of the staff, and that's very close to the top of my range) This particular song - When You Wish Upon a Star - ends with that same G, but then continues on with some "ahh"s - A, B-flat, C (yes, as in HIGH M-EFFING C), then D. I can do the C, but it shreds my throat. D is completely out of my reach. Luckily, the vocal coach AND the director made a point of saying "if you can't do it, DON'T" so I'm going to stick with the Soprano II safety net - which still ends with a B.

(note: the D in question is two notes from the end of this diagram. my throat hurts just thinking about that!!!)

Thank you for bearing with me through this boring-to-most post. Frankly, I'm so fascinated that there are people out there who can sing that high. And I'm a little disappointed that I'm not one of them.

Fur Babies

"WTF???" you ask? That would be the difference in brushed-out fur between a cat who fastidiously grooms himself multiple times each day and a cat who is too fat to groom himself. I'm thinking about sending Kilo's blob of hair right to the toupee factory. Sadly, Milo's pile is only big enough to go to the fake moustache factory.

The slicker brush was my impulse buy from the grocery store yesterday. More expensive than a candy bar, but fewer calories. And look at the minutes of fun that ensued! I was surprised that either cat let me near them with this brush-o-needles, but Milo was really into it. He was stretching out so that I could brush as much of him as possible. Kilo also agreed to it, but mostly because he was too lazy to jump down.

Perhaps I won't be able to send Kilo's fur off to the toupee factory after all. I mean, if you were balding, would you want FAKE hair with dandruff? Sure, it adds a note of realism, but I'm not sure that's the type of realism that most men are going for!

Stretching

I had a bit of trouble with this week's Monday Photo Shoot:

Capture something in flight. Birds, insects, planes, bats, whatever -- if it's getting around in the skies, it's fair game for this photo shoot.

We went to Sea World yesterday with Mike and Reyna and their 3.6 children (#4 is due in another 2 months), and I had every intention of catching a great Shamu-in-the-air picture for the MPS. If not Shamu, then one of the lame flying people in the new dolphin show. Sadly, due to our not hitting any of the shows at the right time and our leaving early in the afternoon when really horrible weather was about to rip through the area, we didn't see either show. So instead of a giant mammal flying through the air, I present a giant fish "flying" above my head...

If it's above me, it must be flying. Right? And now I shall present some irony, in the form of non-flying birds:

...and just in case any of you out there were thinking about accusing me of cheating on this MPS, here's an old Shamu picture from our last trip to Sea World in 2005. This one DEFINITELY shows an orca in flight!

Jack Attack!

After completing the World's Longest Blog Entry yesterday, I am pretty much out of things to say today. So here's a picture of my Jack Sparrow collection:

Yes, there is a Mickey Mouse back there, but he's dressed like Jack and even has two cute little chin braids! The collection is now ten strong (including the Mickey and the McDonald's Happy Meal toy next to him) and has moved onto its own shelf.

After Dinner

Allow me to preface this by saying that I spent most of Thursday completely lethargic and sick at the thought of putting more food in my body. I had 3 tiny pieces of orange bread for breakfast (followed by 2 hours of agony) and then a bagel with cream cheese and a yogurt for dinner. Today I finally feel like I can look back and think fondly about food. So for anyone out there wanting to dine vicariously through us, this post's for you!


The Boss allowed Scott and I to split my free wine pairing, so we each got about 2 ounces of wine with each course. This was great, because I left with a buzz after drinking what I was given (and barely touched the wine that came with my entree), and Scott, who claims to not like wine (and in fact claimed to be allergic to wine when we started dating), really got his first chance to see what a good pairing can do for both the food and the wine.

Below is a ridiculously complete summary of our dinner. The bold indicates the menu item and the italics represent the paired wine. I'll reference wines where necessary, but since I don't know a whole lot about wines, there's not much I can intelligently add. Also, I am pleased to welcome my guest host, Mr. ParkHopper, whose opinions will be in blue, while mine will be in purple.


The meal starts with the Amuse Bouche - a small pre-appetizer sent by the Chef to set the tone for your evening. In our case, we got the super-fancy pre-app generally reserved for guests at the Chef's Table. It included:
Deviled Quail Egg with Iranian Osetra Caviar,
Sesame Seared Yellow Fin Tuna with Hijiki Salad,
Kurobuta Pork Belly with Cherry Jus, and
Butternut Squash Cream Soup.

This, I believe, was one of the most awesome presentations I have ever seen. Jamie asked me at the time to name my favorite item. I told her then, and I will say it again now, that I can not. It was all just amazing.

Of course, both of us loved the tuna, we are both fans of seared tuna, and this was no disappointment.

If I HAD to pick a least favorite, it would be the quail egg. It’s not that it wasn’t spectacular, to the contrary, the presentation of this particular one out of the four was my favorite, with four drops of crème fraiche surrounding the egg, with a small dollop of caviar on top of the egg itself. But when accompanied by the others, it was simply overshadowed by greatness.

For those of you who don’t know, I do not enjoy butternut squash soup in the least. It is a sweet hot soup. If a soup is sweet, it should also be chilled, such as strawberry soup, or melon. This, however, was amazing. It was rich, and flavorful, and the sweetness was mellowed by the use of spices.

And the pork belly… wow. Jamie had told me how good this was when she had been given a sample once when she first started working there. It… was… great. I know it was just an amuse, but I wanted more! The cherry jus that went along with it was the perfect flavor enhancer, playing it’s sweetness off of the pork’s slight saltiness.

Had I not had tuna sushi the day before, the tuna may have been my favorite. But oh boy, is pork belly tasty. And what meat wouldn't be improved with a big ol' cherry on top? mmm... Osetra, by the way, is some of the best caviar on Earth. The Restaurant offers it as a separate up-charge for $125 per 1/2 oz.

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Cold Appetizer:

Seared Colorado Buffalo Tenderloin, Braised Fennel, Radishes and Satsuma Tangerine Vinaigrette
Cantina Del Taburno Falanghina, Campania 2005
Again, the presentation was awesome, with three medallions of perfectly cooked buffalo tenderloin with wonderful tangerine vinaigrette. The wine that accompanied this dish, contrary to what you may assume, was a white. It was explained that it was decided by the sommelier, and it was a wonderful choice in my opinion, to pair this dish with a white instead of a red because of the tangerine vinaigrette. The wine picked up the citrus notes of the dish wonderfully.
Prosciutto Wrapped Gulf Shrimp with Melon Coulis and Arugula
Greenhough Dry Riesling, Nelson New Zealand 2004
I absolutely loved the presentation of the shrimp. The coulis on the bottom was so beautiful - a circle of canteloupe color and a circle of honeydew color to draw your eye to the shrimp in the center. So what happens when you wrap a shrimp in a piece of ham and pair it with some cold melon goo? It's delicious, of course! I prefer the buffalo, but wanted to not get the same items as Scott, and also wanted to try items that I hadn't gotten as kitchen hand-outs before.

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Hot Appetizer:

New Zealand Elk with Elephant Garlic Spaёtzle and Veal Sweetbreads
Pérez Cruz Reserva Carmenere, Maipo Valley 2004
Again, this was a great dish. Surprisingly, the sweetbreads, the one thing I was concerned with about this dish, was possibly my favorite item. Sweet and light, it was amazing. The spaetzle, being made with elephant garlic, was very good. Most people may not realize that elephant garlic, due to its size, has a very mild garlic taste, so the spaetzle was not overpowering at all.
Pan Roasted Foie Gras and Fuji Apple Tart with Mostarda di Cremona
Royal Tokaji Azsú 5 Puttonyos, Mád Tokaj-Hegyalja 2000 or
Château d’Yquem, Sauternes 2001 $140.00 (3 oz. pour)
The foie gras is another up-charge on the menu. It's $15, and was possibly the best $15 I ever spent. This is our Chef's signature dish. And when you walk into a 5-diamond restaurant and they tell you this is the best thing on the menu, you order it! It's really hard for me to intelligently describe the flavor of the foie, except to say that it tastes like really delicious fat. Not the most appetizing description, I know. Honestly though, every bite just melted in my mouth. The apple tart on the bottom was actually savory, made with practically no sugar, and provided a balance of texture to the creaminess of the foie.

I also wanted to mention the wines here. The Tokaji (pronounced toke-I) is the regular pairing wine, while the Chateau d'Yquem is yet another up-charge. Well, The Boss hooked me up with maybe 1 oz. of the latter and right now, two days later, I can still close my eyes and smell and taste it. The smell on its own was WAY overpowering, but paired with the intensity of the foie gras, it was superb. I drank every drop of both of the wines I was served in this course.

For me, this was the highlight of the meal.

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Seafood Course:

King Salmon with Bamboo Rice Blend, Sauce Soubise and Ramps
Joseph Drouhin Pouilly-Fuissé, Burgundy 2006
After the foie gras, anything would have been a disappointment. And this was probably my least favorite dish. But allow me to temper that with the fact that salmon is one of my least favorite fish, but I have already had the other seafood option and was still on my "try new things" kick. And this really was the best salmon I've ever had. The rice blend was absolutely delicious. The best parts of this dish aren't even mentioned on the menu. There is a small piece of "salmon bacon" (which I'd love with some scrambled eggs!) and some salmon roe served on top of the fish. Aside from the 5 or 6 tiny eggs on top of the quail egg, this is probably my first real experience with any type of caviar. And that roe was amazing. Every egg popped in my mouth and I can't even describe the taste - I just know that it wasn't salty or fishy. The down side: salmon roe look an awful lot like poor Nemo's 4,000 brothers and sisters that were eaten by the barracuda at the beginning of Finding Nemo!
Crab Stuffed Tempura Squash Bloom with Grape Must Mustard
Sella & Mosca La Cala Vermentino, Sardegna 2004
This was one of the first samples I ever got from my better half. On the night that occurred, she tried to ask me what I thought of it, but I simply put my hand up, closed my eyes, and delighted at the taste of this. It was cold, as she had saved it for me in her lunch container, but it was awesome. It was absolutely amazing though when hot (shocking, I know). The tempura batter was light and crunchy, with hardly any oil left on it at all. And the sauce, sweet, yet with the slightest undertones of mustard, was amazing.

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Entree:

Herb Crusted Lamb with Heirloom Tomatoes and Potato Gnocchi
Cesari “Mara” Vino Di Ripasso Valpolicella 2004
I thought I had a moral problem with eating lamb (like veal) and would never be able to get over the image of bah bah black sheep being just too cute to eat. Then our Sous Chef handed me a piece one night and I ate and loved it before I found out what it was. Since then, I have tried lamb on two separate occasions outside The Restaurant and absolutely hated it! It was gamey and tough and really not palatable at all. Lamb also seems to be the thing that I am most often handed an end piece of when I am walking through the kitchen. So I couldn't pass up the opportunity to try the whole dish complete with sauce and gnocchi. And you know what? I really loved it. The herb crust had a lot of parsley in it, and gave great color balance to offset the red of the tomato/lamb jus and the pink of the meat. The gnocchi were superb, and the meat itself absolutely lived up to my former tastes (although it's a totally different experience eating it sitting down with a knife and fork rather than with my fingers while standing in the kitchen!).
Japanese “Kobe” Strip Loin with Oxtail Jus and Cauliflower Purée
Château Cantemerle, Haut-Medoc 2003

The Japanese Kobe is an $80 up-charge on the menu. Before he knew how much it would cost, Scott had proclaimed that he wouldn't settle for anything less. He's spent countless hours watching the original Iron Chef, and knows enough about food to know that there's nothing better. At The Restaurant, he balked at the price, but I had already budgeted for it. Watching him eat this little piece of steak was so nice for me. He even let me try a piece, but that was his moment - a culinary experience that he'll probably remember forever - and I was happy to be there with him for it.

That’s right, $80. I know you are shaking your head with disbelief at this one, but I have no regrets whatsoever. This is the most amazing thing I have ever eaten in my entire life. For those of you who don’t know, Japanese Kobe cattle are fed beer, and massaged with sake. The fat content is insane on these steaks. When properly prepared, the steak will literally almost melt in your mouth. This was prepared properly. A small portion of the loin, sliced into five slices prepared to the chef’s recommendation, lasted me forever. I have never chewed an item so slowly, enjoying every small bite. Don’t get me wrong, the rest of the dish, which included a small cast iron pot with a puree of cauliflower, topped with the meat of the short ribs, was wonderful. The sauce that accompanied the meat, which had been reduced over a three day period, was splendid. But the Kobe was amazing. It’s one of those items that, when asked about, you can’t speak of it, it is so insanely good. You have to try it to understand.

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Cheese Course:

Comté Saint Antoine, Fourme D’Ambert, and Pierre Robert
Cockburn’s 10 Year Old Tawny Porto
Three pieces of stinky cheese. A blue cheese, a hard cheese, and a soft cheese. Keep in mind that I. do. not. like. stinky cheeses. Muenster is the most exotic I can handle, and even then only melted in grilled cheese! But when in Rome... I found out something interesting about cheese: it tastes really good with port. Port, as you can imagine, tastes better with cheese than by itself. Amazingly enough, the blue cheese ended up being my favorite. Scott really liked the soft vomit-flavored one. The hard cheese was also palateable. The cheeses are served with some other stuff - an apricot chutney, some hard brown thing that I didn't even taste, a fig, and candied (I think) hazelnuts.
Tropical Fruit Gelato with Micro Mint
Michele Chiarlo “Nivole” Moscato D’Asti, Piedmont 2005

Good stuff. We couldn’t determine what the predominate “tropical” was, but it was still awesome.

Scott proclaimed after one taste of the "Nivole" that we should buy a case of it. It's a sweet sparkling wine, and tasted great even alone.

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Chocolate Course: (another generally reserved for the Chef's Table)

Miniature Chocolate Pyramid, Hawaiian Kona Chocolate Soufflé and Orange Chocolate Napoleon
Mmm...chocolate... I asked the server when the plate was presented which was the best. He said hands-down it would be the Napoleon. So I started on the left with the Pyramid and tasted them in that direction. The Pyramid is made of Tanzanie chocolate mousse, and topped with a tiny piece of gold leaf. It was delicious, but of the items on the plate, it was definitely the one that tasted most like something you could find at another restaurant.

This is why everyone thinks Soufflés are good. I have never had a souflé that I was impressed with until this one. Absolutely amazing. And the Godiva anglaise sauce poured on top was just absolutely heaven on a spoon. The server left it with us, should we decide to pour it all over the rest of the chocolate items or "drink it with a straw." We didn't, but it is some good stuff!

Suprisingly, even though this was made with dark chocolate, I really liked the Napoleon. The preserved orange rind on the top was a nice and tasty garnish. Dark chocolate with citrus is one of my favorite dessert combinations. Had I not been so pleasantly surprised with the soufflé, it probably would have been my favorite.


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Dessert:

Caramelized Banana Gâteau
I have never had a gateau prior to this. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I pretty much ordered it because it had the words caramelized and banana in it. It was pretty tasty. Gateau is the French word for cake. That's a pretty ironic title for the dessert, considering it only has a tiny disc of cake at the bottom. The rest is layers of mascarpone cheese and bananas. The servers both mentioned that this is their favorite dessert. I only had one bite of it myself, not really enough to form an opinion.

Vanilla Bean Crème Brûlée
Crème Brûlée is my favorite dessert. How could I not order it? This particular version is made with Madagascar vanilla, and is served less than 1/2" thick so that there is more surface area to caramelize. AND it's served with an enormous "wall" of caramelized sugar around 1/2 of the bowl. Oh, it was heavenly. And had I not needed to finish every last bite of it, I probably wouldn't have felt the way I did for the rest of the night and all day yesterday.

So that's it. We hope you have enjoyed dining vicariously through us. We had the experience of a lifetime. And although we only focused on the food here, I can't say enough about the rest of the dining experience. The Boss (also known as Maitre d') came by for 2 or 3 courses to explain why he paired the wines with specific menu items, and stayed completely "in character" with us until the last of the real guests left the restaurant. I think both Scott and I appreciated the extra knowledge and really learned something new. Our two servers were wonderful. Guy server is my favorite one of all of them, and it was great to get to see him in his element. He did a really good job of putting Scott at ease, which is an impressive feat in such an intimidating surrounding (and in a tie!). Girl server is another one of my favorites. She was having a really bad day personally, but didn't let that slip out at all except when I asked her a personal question. And I probably don't even need to mention just how great the kitchen staff is. But I will: our kitchen ROCKS!

It's been hard readjusting to "common life." And it will probably be even harder to not compare our dinner with our next evening out at Carrabba's or Cracker Barrell. We've been spoiled forever!

Gluttony

OK Bible people, help me out here:

Is gluttony the only one of the seven deadly sins that can actually kill you?

Just wondering.

Dinner was wonderful, but I'm going to wait to post a review (which, by the way, wouldn't be fair and balanced even if I wanted it to) until I can get Scott to give me his high and low points.

The Dinner

Scott and I are finally going to The Restaurant tonight for dinner. I had been secretly hoping we'd be having a private little celebration of a positive pregnancy test. Instead, I'll be celebrating the fact that I get to enjoy my free wine pairing (and don't have to think of any excuses about why I'm not drinking said free booze). Hey man, every hemorrhaging uterus has a silver lining, right?

And we still have something to celebrate. We've been married 3 1/2 years today.

Sad Jamie

You know how they say famous people die in threes? I'm hoping that's not true outside of celebrity, because if it is I'm really waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Last week an old security friend of mine, Bob T., died. Back when I was doing bag checks, he was out at one of the entry kiosks. He was just one of those people that was a pleasure to be around - happy, laid-back, and could always make you smile.

And just last night I learned that one of the founding members of the Jamie Fan Club over at the Call Center died back in April. Karen was absolutely the most wonderful person in that room. This was a pretty big shock. Although I guess it was an even bigger shock to everyone at the Call Center. She stayed late on overtime the day before she died. Absolutely no one saw it coming. And you know, of all the people in that room, she's probably one of the few that more than half of the people would miss. She always had a smile and a kind word for those of us she liked (yeah, she was feisty!). She's one of those that I cried over losing when I left the Call Center, and I cried again last night.

She gave me an angel key chain when I left, and I have no idea where it is, but I am all of a sudden driven to find it. When I do, I'll probably attach it to my purse somehow. I'd like to believe that she's still watching over us.

I [Heart] Mo

Mo Rocca amuses the heck out of me. He's always got the best quips on the various VH1 "I Love the..." shows, was a lot of fun on the short-lived Bravo game show "Things I Hate About You," and is a Daily Show alum (albeit from before I started watching). Oh yeah, he's also currently getting rave reviews as the Vice Principal in the 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee on Broadway.

Imagine how thrilled I was when I learned that he has a news blog on AOL: Mo Rocca 180: only half as tedious as the regular news. And he even goes out into the streets of New York to interview people for little "news" videos like this one (which I tried to embed, but had widget problems. sorry).

Cankles! Ha!

This is one I'll probably be adding to my side bar, along with Waiter Rant and Rachel Lucas (thanks for that one, Janette), sometime soon when I clear off all of the ones that no longer exist or haven't been updated in the past 6 months.

John Edwards: Just a Pretty Face?

OK, y'all know I love John Edwards, right? I totally think he'd be the dreamiest president since JFK. And I wouldn't be saying this right now if my blog had more than, say, 10 daily readers because I think I still like him more than any other presidential candidate.

I didn't watch tonight's debate, but I read about it. My analysis? He's out of his flippin' mind! How can I vote for someone whose answer to the question, "what would you do with your first 100 days in office?" is the following?

"To travel the world -- re-establish America's moral authority in the world -- which I think is absolutely crucial. The other things become less important and subservient.

[...]

"But, the single greatest responsibility of the next president is to travel the world, speak to the world about what real American values are -- equality, diversity -- and to lead an effort by America to re-establish our alliances around the world, which is going to require time and focus.

[...]

"All those things are crucial to re-establishing our moral authority."

Umm...travel the world? That's how you answer a question like, "what are you going to do when you retire?" Travel the effing world? Isn't that what we have Bill Clinton and the elder George Bush for? And don't even get me started on the concept of "moral authority." Who are we to judge?

The two real candidates both answered the same question with some version of "end the war." But you know, maybe Pretty John is right. What's the life of another 3,000 soldiers when we could have a Commander in Chief gallivanting around telling the rest of the world that "we're going to help other people in the world and we're going to demonstrate our commitment to humanity."

...just like Brad and Angelina.

Oh John, you are dreamy. Please just let's stop talking and enjoy a moment without your stupid words getting in the way.

Ahh...Weekend

It is now officially my weekend. I really feel like I've earned this one - work was rather tedious the past two nights and I've not been sleeping well.

I'm seriously considering getting a haircut tomorrow. I've been trying to wait until the top (way too short) layer was long enough to be the longest layer so that I can cut it back into a bob, but the bottom layer is growing like weeds. I now have this 'do that is really bordering on mullet. The top few layers still form a nice frame around my face, but that last layer is a good inch longer and refuses to curl under no matter what tactics I try. The result: some sort of Florence Henderson circa Brady Bunch bubble hairdo with a flip at the bottom.

C'est tragique!

So I'm thinking maybe one more trim back to a non-60's style and then that ought to last me until that top layer grows in a bit more.

It's All Greek* to Me

Last night was one of those nights at The Restaurant where it seemed that everyone had a different special request. My favorite: the nice man with a party of 8 who wanted me to print one girl's name on the outside of her menu in Cyrillic.

So I did.

To be fair, he made it easy for me. He sent me a PDF file of a shipping label with her name on it and all I had to do was copy and paste the text. Still, we had 2 menu changes and 3 wine changes and 11 special menus for allergies last night. I was strapped for time and almost had to abandon the special menu cover. In the end, it took me maybe an extra five minutes. And the party just flipped. How do I know? Because I got dragged into the dining room (which, to a person in my position, is like being granted access to the Restricted section of the Hogwart's library) so that they could say thank you.

note: It's not my status that prevents me from going into the restaurant, it's my clothing. My sweater and khakis were just not fancy enough to be a representative of The Restaurant. So what's a Maitre d' to do when such a request is made? That's easy. Wrap a ridiculous pajmina shawl around the reservationist so that instead of looking casual, she looks fashion-challenged!

Anyway, I added "Cyrillic menu cover" to my "Good Jamie" list of things that I have done. This list, by the way, is kept at the request of the Boss so that he can justify classifying me as "clearly outstanding" so that he can give me the big raise next year. (I'm not sure, but I think my raise this year was something like 4.5%, and the "big" raise might be around 6%. whoop dee doo!)

*No, the girl was not Greek. She was Russian. But "It's all Russian to me" seemed like a stupid title.

Hurricane Season '07 (Post #1)

Happy hurricane season, everyone!

May I introduce you to my new friend Barry. Tropical Storm Barry, that is.



There we were, midway through the first day of the season, when the (99% dry for the past 3 months) skies opened up and just didn't stop! This being the first significant rain, there were some traffic delays - like 30+ crashes listed at one time in our immediate area on the FHP traffic site. People really have forgotten how to drive in the rain. And I suppose all of the oil and stuff coming up from the roadways didn't help either. At any rate, it was a mess.

Of course, this is probably (hopefully) now the end of brush fire season. And hopefully the love bugs are all gone now too.

radar image from weather.com

Congrats!

A big shout-out to Matthew and Kristen who felt compelled to go down to Key West this week and come back engaged!

(I love that picture on Kristen's page - that look on Matthew's face is one of someone blissfully unaware of what he has just gotten himself into!)

How sweet, my little Matt of Honor is all grown-up.