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Cookies for breakfast

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I love cookies. Cookies of all types. It doesn’t matter if I bake them myself or buy them or even (sometimes) if they are stale. 🙂

I especially love foreign cookies. When we go to a new country, I always make a point of going to the local grocery store and checking out the cookie selection.

When I was young, my grandma used to eat Gingersnaps for breakfast. I thought that was so cool and decided right then that when I am a grandma, cookies will be my daily breakfast fare. I wish one of those boys would hurry up and grammify me! 😉

So here we are in Fiji. We arrived around 8 a.m. on Saturday and went to eat breakfast while they were getting our room ready. Standard British fare on the buffet: eggs, beans, fruit and toast. For the princely sum of $36 Figi dollars or approximately $19 US dollars.

I’m cheap. There was no way I was going to pay that much for food I don’t really care for. I’m really more of a protein shake for breakfast kind of gal. I told David I would have cookies for breakfast. Practice for being a grandma. 😉

The vast array of cookies available here is WONDERFUL! And, the best news is, I can get a whole package of tasty cookies for less than $1 US dollar! Yummy.

Given that you are out of your own house and at the mercy of a hotel restaurant to be fed, cookies are probably no worse for me than eggs, beans and bacon. Right? And they are so much more fun.

Cost effective, tasty and a perfect partner for coffee, I think cookies are the ultimate vacation breakfast.

Cookies For the Win! 🙂

They go together

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Beer and pizza go together like rama lama lama ke ding a de dinga a dong. And just because you are in a tropical location doesn’t change that fact.

I’m going to put it all out here and say that my favorite restaurant in Suva, Fiji is The Bad Dog Cafe.

The food is great, service friendly and it won’t break the bank. This was the first place we went to eat on this trip. We’ll undoubtedly make many more visits before we head home.

In addition to water, Fiji produces beer. It’s pretty good, quite drinkable and goes great with the fabu pizzas at the Bad Dog.

This is a Campagnola pizza that we ordered on our second visit. It’s loaded with chicken, onions, black olives and fresh basil. Our first visit we ordered the Mexicali which has the usual suspects adorning it including my absolute favorite – cilantro! 🙂

Each pizza comes with a little dish of sauce in the middle of it. I have no idea what it is but it is AMAZING. It’s sweet and tart and although it’s cool in temperature, it has a latent heat that makes you need and extra beer when you are done. I love it.

The pizzas are not huge, maybe 10 inches, but they are the perfect size to leave you very satisfied and not overly full. We save overly full for the many Indian restaurants here.

We give four thumbs up to the Bad Dog Cafe. Can’t wait to visit again!

Coffee 911

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When we were last in Fiji, we stayed at JJ’s on the Park which is a boutique hotel in the heart of Suva. We quickly learned that coffee here is made from powder and water and is not real coffee as we know it. At JJ’s, there is a small French Press in the room so we knew that if we could snag some beans, we’d have the real deal.

In our explorations, we soon found Gloria Jean’s where we purchased enough coffee, ground coarsely, to keep us real.

This time after we landed, our first order of business was to assess the coffee situation at a different hotel. The hotel website said that they offer complimentary coffee so we had to see what exactly that meant.

Powder. No, thanks.

The room already had an electric kettle so we grabbed a cab, and went to Suva with the sole purpose of locating a French Press. After much searching we found this cute little set in the New World grocery store.

We purchased it and because my total was over $30 they gave me a free bag of okra! Wowza. Okra. My least favorite veggie in the world. (I was traumatized by it as a child but that’s a whole other post. )

I graciously accepted my okran gift and gave it to the cab driver who seemed thrilled to receive it. Kinda how I would react if someone gave me cookies. Seriously.

We then went to Gloria Jeans and got a bag of French Breakfast Blend and we were set.

After many hours of being awake drinking coffee and trying to get used to the radical time change, I was afraid that we would run out of coffee before Monday evening rolled around and we could get back to Suva. And I wasn’t sure what time Gloria Jean’s closed so wasn’t sure if we would make it there on time after David finished work.

The complimentary hotel coffee, comes in the form of these little packets that you are to add water to. But how much water? Would two packets work better than one? I’m pretty adventurous but not willing to try this form of “coffee”.

In the restaurant, there is a machine that puts the water and the powder together in the proper proportions. In a pinch, it might be drinkable but on a normal basis, I wouldn’t drink this either. Still, we might be headed for a coffee emergency and….

…the machine is broken. For real! Now everyone has to guess how much powder to add to their water, or how much water to add to their powder to make “coffee”. Ummm no.

I saw an espresso machine behind the bar. So I decided to order a cappuccino this morning. There ARE coffee beans in this hotel! I heard them being poured into the machine and I tasted them in my cappuccino which was mostly foam but, hey, beggars can’t be choosers.

After breakfast, I caught a cab to Suva, hustled into Gloria Jeans and loaded up on real coffee. I also learned that they are open until 9 p.m. each night so we shouldn’t have any more close calls in the future. Whew!

Crisis averted! 🙂

Note: It is Monday, May 3rd here in Fiji.

Selling the drama

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Missive from FJ811

It takes a long time to get to Fiji which resides on the other side of the equator and the other side of the date line from Oklahoma. Our first leg passed rather uneventfully and quickly.

This ain’t no disco
It ain’t no country club either
This is LA!

LAX didn’t seem quite as scary the second time around but we also had about 5 hours to kill until we boarded the plane for Fiji. Boarding time was 10:30 p.m. PST which is 12:30 a.m. in Oklahoma. I was tired. I could not wait to get on board the plane so I could just go to sleep.

Our seats were towards the back of the plane so we were in the first group of passengers to board. I grabbed my pillow, snuggled down as best I could and went to sleep.

I’m not sure how long it was but I could hear a big ruckus ahead of us. I woke up to see this woman, who would be sitting two rows in front of us, freaking out because she didn’t know where she was going to put her “stuff”. Of course she had more bags than you are really supposed to carry on a plane but she looked at the row between us accusingly like it was their fault she had no place for her “stuff”.

She asked if she could put her “stuff” on top of theirs in the overhead bin. They said that was fine. She was loud. And whiny. She disturbed my peace. I just wanted her to sit down and shut up so I could go back to sleep.

As she scurried around putting one bag in a bin behind us and another in the cabin in front of us, her husband Dough, I mean Doug, just sat there like, well, he sat there like a lump of dough.

She finally sat down. Loudly. And then, somehow (poetic justice?) the overhead bin popped open and her stuff landed on her head. Now she’s crying. Loudly.

This is my third time flying Air Pacific*. If you haven’t had the pleasure, I recommend them. The flight attendants are lovely. Welcoming, friendly, helpful. The women wear flowers in their hair. Soon, Wendy Whiner was surrounded by three of them. One had brought her ice wrapped in a towel to put on her head. Another told her if she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to get off they could do that but it would take some time to sort out which bags were theirs. A third was asking if she felt okay. Oh the drama.

“I don’t feel well”, Wendy whined.

Meanwhile an entire 747 full of people was waiting for her to decide if she would get off the plane or if we could head out. She seemed happy with all the attention and chose to stay on board.

It was then that I realized the impact of where the Whiners were sitting. They were in the exit row. Yes, if there is an emergency with the plane Doh!, I mean Doug, and Wendy Whiner will be in charge of calmly and efficiently opening the exit door and ushering us off the plane. Yikes!

She’s sleeping and it’s quiet, but bumpy. I’m praying we have a safe landing and that we are able to get off the plane before we get behind her trying to figure out where she stashed all her “stuff”. I’ve had enough drama.

Note: Air Pacific reminds me a lot of how the big airlines like United and American were in the 70s. The flight crew really seems to care about your comfort and making sure you have enough water or whatever you need. They also serve full meals. If you have Air Pacific as an option on your trip you should choose them. We have flown all over the world on many different airlines and they are, by far, my favorite.

PS – Wendy got up after they announced that the plane was landing and pointed to her head and the flight attendants made her sit down as the captain had ordered. I guess they weren’t buying the drama anymore either. We did end up passing them on the way out of the plane because she couldn’t remember where she had stashed all of her “stuff”.

So orange I should be in Stillwater

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I love personality tests. I think it’s really fun to see how, once I’ve answered all the questions, the results compare to who I really am.

A couple of days ago, several people in my twitter stream were at a conference and they were talking about personalities in colors: green, blue, orange and gold.

I didn’t see the beginning of the conversation so I googled the four colors and personality test. I found this quiz and started answering the questions.

My favorite question on the quiz was:

Do you prefer to make a contribution to others by (a) inspiring them or (b) entertaining them

How do you think I answered it? 🙂

When I finished the quiz, I got my answers. I am orange. Really orange. So orange I should be in Stillwater orange. There’s some blue, green and gold (in that order) there but so far away from the orange.

So what is orange? There’s a little presentation here, but in a nutshell:

ADVENTUROUS ORANGE

  • “Just Do It” Action Oriented.
  • Quick-witted, Charming, Spontaneous
  • Playful. Injects fun into work.
  • Lives In Here & Now. Risk taker. Creative.
  • Enjoys Diversity, Variety, Competition.
  • Multi-tasker, Cheerful, Energetic. Bold.
  • Quick Thinking and Acting. Takes Charge.
  • High Visibility Performer. Accepts Challenges.
  • Enjoys Problem Solving. Negotiator.
  • Performs Well Under Pressure. Resilient.

Famous Oranges: JFK, Amelia Earhart, Lucille Ball, Rhett Butler, FDR, Francis of Assissi, Lee Iacocca, Winston Churchill, Garfield

I love that I’m orange like Garfield.

Take the quiz. It’s fun to see how close they come to who you are. This one identified me pretty well. 🙂

All choked up

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Yes, I cry a lot but this is not about crying. It’s about my lawnmower.

We have these amazingly tall dandelions growing in the yard so I finally got time to go after them this morning. I started the lawnmower up as usual. But as I begin to mow I think, “Dude, you sound very unmotivated”.

It’s doing the job but the gusto normally heard in the mower is just not there. I feel like I should be pushing it slow while drinking a martini and listening to sexy music. James Bond style.

I mow a little bit longer thinking it’s weird but that the neighbors probably really appreciate my smooth, almost soundless machine.

Then I want to light a long cigarette to go with my martini and suave machine.

And it hits me: this is going to take all day!

No, thank you.

I called David out and tell him that my machine sounds distinctly unmotivated and, while I can hear the sexy music in my head, it’s really too early for a martini.

He laughs and asks me if I had unchoked the mower. Doesn’t that usually happen automatically? I guess it does but it didn’t this time.

So now, the mower has it’s gusto back. I’m loud, I’m proud. Jammin’ to the headbanging sounds of heavy metal in my head while swilling a beer and belching.

I’m MOG therefore I blog

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LOL! I just learned today that I will be the Mother of the Groom for a second time in 2011! Mother of the groom. MOG. Silly sounding, yes?

I’m so happy and so excited about the lives that lie ahead for Brandon and Vanessa and Ryan and Scarlette.

Ryan called us, no let me rephrase that, Ryan woke us up early on a Saturday morning in January to say he had just proposed to Scarelette and she said yes. He was so happy, so excited. I was tired. But also very excited because they have been together for several years and she is very sweet. Because they live in Washington, I’ve only met her once but I look forward to having her as part of the family. Ryan has decided that they should get married on 11-11-11 because 1+1 = 2. So sweet. 🙂

When I texted him to let him know that Brandon had proposed to Vanessa, Ryan said, “Is he trying to one up me?”

Not sure the date of the Brandon /Vanessa wedding but I am so excited to welcome her into the family. She is beautiful, smart and funny. And, most importantly, she is a good audience. We laugh a lot. Vanessa is interesting and knows words. She is a copy editor. I love her. 🙂

And so, I will be a MOG (twice!) in the near future. I am prepared to show up and keep my mouth shut but I draw the line at having to wear beige. Or yellow. Both boys assure me that I won’t have to do the yellow thing. Whew!

I’m excited to meet the families of Vanessa and Scarlette and to see how it all unfolds. Two weddings in a year should be much fun. Does anyone want to help us make it three?

We interrupt your service to bring you frustration

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At the end of last year, I looked at our cable bill ($164) and compared it to what they were offering new subscribers ($76) and decided we were being ripped off. So we discontinued it.

I know we installed Direct TV for television programming and I know we got Vonage for the phone because David needs to call Singapore periodically and it is way cheaper with Vonage.

And we got DSL service.

David was gone for a month in March. Just like it always happens when he is gone, our internet went down. I looked out the window and saw the AT&T; guy on the pole and figured he had done something to our service. Was our DSL through AT&T;? I thought it was.

Until I called them.

They had no record of us at all. They couldn’t find us with our landline number. They couldn’t find us with the email address (that I will admit I guessed at – but was correct). Finally, I gave them my social security number and they came up with a very old record that had a phone number on it that we haven’t had for at least four years. Okay, so maybe our DSL wasn’t through AT&T.; Hmmmm.

David was sleeping in Singapore. I was without internet in Bartlesville and no information of any kind as to where we got our service. I had never seen a bill and presumed that he had it directly deducted from our checking account and that the email came to his address as I had never seen it.

I went out to talk to the AT&T; man on the pole. No, he said, there shouldn’t have been anything he did that would affect my service and, in any case, he couldn’t help me. Especially if my service wasn’t with AT&T.;

I was confounded.

What to do? I went back into the office and looked at the Vonage box. I unplugged it and plugged it back in. Voila! Internet! Cool. Our DSL is through Vonage. Little did I know that Vonage doesn’t offer DSL. All I knew was that my internet was working once again.

This morning, I woke up and we had no internet. The page was directed to, you guessed it, AT&T.; What?

Apparently, they disconnected us for failure to pay. What?

Now, mind you, they couldn’t find us in their system. Somehow, though, David managed to get an account number from one person he talked to and they were then able to find our service. We paid the outstanding amount that was due and our internet was finally restored.

I still have no idea why we weren’t billed for four months and I still have no idea why they couldn’t find us in their system. What I do know is that we now have internet, it’s with AT&T;, and they will be emailing future bills to me.

This story is brought to you by the letter I for I’m not an airhead. I could not come up with that story without a little help from the other sponsors of this story the letters A & T.

Operating in the kitchen

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When I was a kid, I loved the game Operation. Well, you know how competitive I am, I loved ALL games. Especially ones I could win. (Have I ever mentioned that my friends stopped inviting me to their birthday parties because I’d win all the games?)

But Operation was very challenging and I loved to win, I mean play, it.

I made this amazing beer bread yesterday. It made a LOT of dough so I decided to bake it in the Pullman loaf pans I bought years ago but had never used. I figured it would make two nice-sized Pullman loaves.

I was wrong.

It made two AMAZING loaves of tasty bread but they are small, short in stature, easily lost in the toaster.

I had to toast it, though. It was so awesome as bread that the prospect of eating it toasted with jelly was too good to pass up. And I was right.

But, because the bread is so small, I had to use my tongs to get it out of the toaster. When I have to do this, it makes me feel like I’m playing Operation all over again.

True confession: I have never gotten the toast out without touching the sides of the toaster.

It’s a hard operation. Similar to the spare ribs or writers cramp. The good news is, my tongs are wooden so I can’t shock myself or blow a circuit. No buzzer sounds. But it makes breakfast a little fun by reminding me of childhood competitions.

Now how can I simulate Candyland in the kitchen?

I love my shop vac

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I do. It provides me endless hours of amusement and keeps the house clean. I use it for EVERYTHING. For some things, it’s a little heavy duty. I nearly sucked all the keys off my computer keyboard with it. So I won’t try that again.

I wonder how many bugs are inside of it? A common housefly is no match for my shop vac.

But my favorite thing to use it for is, wait for it, cleaning the kitchen counters. Really! 🙂

The counters are black. A great idea aesthetically. Practically, not so much. They always look dirty or dusty because every little thing shows up on them. And then, if you use a wet rag to wipe them off, they seem streaky, so then I have to get the Windex out and polish them. Can you say labor intensive?

Enter the shop vac.

It’s fast, it’s quick, it’s handy and it does a great job and leaves no streaks!

I had a bit of an oatmeal explosion this a.m. I was trying to grind oatmeal to make bread and I got impatient. I have a fabulous blender that grinds like a champ but it doesn’t look like it’s doing anything for a while. So I helped it along and stuck a wooden spoon down into the oats (Do not try this at home!) to help it along. EXPLOSION! Oats were everywhere, counter, floor, stove. LOL! It was funny. And a mess.

So I just sucked it all back up. I almost lost the wooden spoon while I was at it but I managed to grab it before it was sucked all the way inside.

Hungry hungry shop vac. So much fun. 🙂