Saturday, December 15, 2012

It's ON!  It's SANTACON!!!!
Oh yes.  Finally.  Its the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!  It's time for Santacon!!  For those of you unfamiliar with this most festive fiesta of spontaneous pointlessness, every year, thousands of Santas descend on multiple cities throughout the world bringing good cheer, handing out gloves, socks, hats etc to the homeless as well as candy canes to innocent bystanders.  Its also known as Santarchy and has got a bit of a bad rap in recent years, due to the excessive drunken antics of some of the more naughty Santas and some bars and restaurants have actually banned red-suited revelers from their premises!  But, despite this, it was one of those random events that just Had to Be Done - and what was even better was that it was free!!  No Living Social, Groupons or TravelZoo vouchers required!

Santa's Pole
So, continuing what seems to have been the theme for the year, I decided to be a little different and - rather than go as Santa - instead to get my Prancer on and dress in full head-to-hoof plush reindeer splendor!  Thank you, Party City!  My Crazy Companion for this particular adventure was my fellow Brit and namesake Sarah and, given we had an Ugly Christmas Sweater Boat Cruise to look forward to in the evening, the day promised to be quite something...

Sarah arrived around 10.30am, ready for us to descend upon Union Square at High Noon for the Gathering of the Santas.   She'd originally ordered a Christmas Tree outfit, but it turned out to be absolutely massive, so instead she'd opted for sexy Santa lady, complete with foxy boots with furry toppers (steady).   About 11.30am, and it was time to hitch a ride on Santa's sleigh - aka the MUNI - to Union Square.

Little known secret is that Santa's weekend car is the MUNI
O.M.G.  As soon as i stepped outside the apartment and started heading into town, people were stopping and staring, smiling and pointing at this crazy person dressed as a reindeer!   I was a velveteen rockstar!!  A bona fide Celebrity for the Day!  A couple of folk stopped us and asked to take our picture, which was fun - and a prelude of what was to come!

The MUNI was already starting to fill up with Santas, much to the bemusement of regular everyday folk on their way into town to do some Christmas shopping.  We ran into our first set of Santas, one with an impressive looking staff (not sure what that was about) and, as we got closer to Union Square, the red tide of festiveness got thicker and thicker!   Taking the escalator up out of the MUNI station and onto the street, the slight taste of "fame" i'd gotten was nothing compared to the reaction I got in Union Square itself!  It was crazy!!  Within the space of about an hour, I must have had at least 100 folk ask if they could take a picture with me - I felt as if I was Mickey Mouse at Disney!!  There were a couple other reindeer-esque costumes, but no-one else with the same one as me, which really surprised me - it was such an obvious choice (at least in my mind!), I thought loads of people would have bought this outfit from Party City!  But no - it was just one reindeer amongst literally hundreds of Santa's - and it was great fun, especially seeing the kids faces light up when they saw me.  That was very cute.  Not that I could see much out of my reindeer head, mind - i had a very limited field of vision, about a foot (hoof?) in front of me, which made navigating my way through throngs of people somewhat interesting at times!
Just your everyday commuter reindeer

Now, I had no idea what to expect at all - I knew the whole thing was pretty loose, but I think we were both expecting just a little more organization than there was - which was precisely none!  No announcement at noon or cheers to welcome in the holiday season - no organizers advising which routes to go, or handing out Santacon maps, nothing!  So, instead, we just hung out in Union Square for an hour or so, soaking up the festively chaotic atmosphere and enjoying watching everyone arrive in their costumes.  There were some great - and not so great - outfits - one of my favorites were the Men In Black Santas, seeking to preserve the mystery of Papa Noel.  And - of course - it wouldn't be San Francisco if we didn't have at least some gratuitous nudity, so that was - um - fun.
Santa anarchy in Union Square.  Can you spot the reindeer?
In the end, our reveling was cut somewhat short by - what else in SF? - rain and we sought shelter in a little cafe, off on one side of Union Square, right next to the ice rink.  We were very lucky as we headed inside before it really started pouring down and we managed to bag ourselves a seat, so we could take the weight off our hooves and boots, and enjoy a well-deserved glass of Soave, while waiting for the rain to stop.  Where we then enjoyed a beautifully surreal hour or so in the company of the delightful Dante, an Italian architect specializing in eco-design.  I can only imagine the text he sent to his wife enquiring after his whereabouts "I'll be home soon, dear, I'm just talking about the politics of sustainable architecture with a 6ft high plush reindeer").

Photo bomb, Reindeer-style!
Posing for our fans!
Reindeers love their Blackberrys....
MIB keeping Santa safe from the threat of alien invasion
Well, it wouldn't be SF if there weren't any
semi-naked transvestites now, would it?
Reindeer, available for summer work
Plush Lush
Hanging with Dante, the Italian architect
After a couple glasses of wine, things
started to get a little weird....
Anyway, he was a lovely chap, so it was fun hour or so spent talking with him, while we were sheltering out of the rain.  After a couple glasses of wine and the Sisterhood of the Traveling (Reindeer) Head had become well established, we decided food was probably a good idea.  Unfortunately, the rain wasn't showing any signs of stopping and I hadn't brought any corn for popping, so we decided to head to the nearest victuals establishment, The Cheesecake Factory in Macy's.  This place is notoriously busy but - as we entered into Macy's and headed over to the elevator that takes you up to the restaurant - I was encouraged by it not being thronged with as many people as usual.  Maybe folk had been deterred by the rain, I thought, as we squelched over.

Or maybe they were already inside the Cheesecake Factory, all waiting for their tables already, as we discovered there was a 1.5-2hr wait to be seated!  I did ask whether a Santa and accompanying reindeer could magically jump the line and get priority as we had lots of toys to deliver, but the hostess wasn't buying it, so off we set for the burger place, a couple of floors below.

Now here's where it gets really random.  Not sure whether this was by luck or by design, but on our way to find the burger place, we happened to find ourselves walking through Holiday Lane - the part of the store that they turn into a festive wonderland of retail opportunity.  As you would expect, it was jam packed with kids so, again, I got to practice my Disney-esque wave, smiling the whole time from underneath my big, floppy reindeer head (which is a bit redundant, if you think about it).  And thats when we happened upon a group of children singing carols.  Who just happened to have a spare stool sitting empty on the end.   And - before i had the chance to escape or utter (whinny?) any protestations - a singing teacher who, upon seeing a reindeer enter the building, ran over and grabbed me and sat me down and insisted I sing a carol with them.  And that's how I found myself, on a rainy Saturday afternoon, in the Holiday Lane at Macy's dressed full-on as a reindeer singing none other than - you guessed it - Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer with a bunch of very excited school kids!

Overwhelmed with emotion
After that, I definitely needed a sit-down and some food.  Alas the burger place was also jam-packed, so foiled, we exited Macy's back out into the rainy afternoon and - after a couple failed attempts at getting into a couple of bar/restaurants (apparently they were already full of Santas), we ended up in Lori's diner, a old-fashioned, red vinyl and black and white checkered place just round the corner from Union Square.  Where I promptly got completely molested by two young girls who were obviously very excited to see me as they wouldn't leave me alone!!  We had to stand and wait for a table for about 15 mins, during which time the kids kept stroking my fur and pummeling my furry tummy (hey!) and i was absolutely ROASTING hot!  But I feared that if I took my head off before they left the diner, that would have caused irrevocable psychological damage and they would permanently have stopped believing in the real-ness of 5'8" plus animals.  And I didnt want that on my conscience.  On the bright side, though, it was the first time i'd ever been on the receiving end of applause as we walked into a diner - obviously everyone was enjoying our costumes as much as the two girls were, though fortunately they managed to restrain themselves from handling The Goods.  One table even sent us over a drink each - which was nice.  And needed.
Finally.  An exhausted reindeer gets to spend
some quality alone time with the menu.
And after we were properly fed and watered, there was nothing left to do but to wend our way home, trying to avoid the biggest puddles (my reindeer feet had become nothing more than sodden sponges by this stage) and catch the MUNI back home.  We met a few friendly cops on the way, so posed for a picture (one refused to have his piccie taken, fearing it would appear in someone's Facebook post - ah, a sign of the times... but pretty astute thinking, i feel!) and finally got back on the MUNI for the short ride home and to rest and put my hooves up.   First ever Santacon - DONE!!  Bring on 2013!!
  
Boys in blue keeping the streets safe
And there are some walks you just need to take alone.....

Friday, December 14, 2012

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas....
Finally, now the travel of the last couple of weeks has passed, its time to get all festively blinged-out for the holidays!  So today saw our 2nd annual trip to Delancey's Christmas tree lot, located just down the Embarcadero at Pier 30, to go find our perfect arboral addition.  Last year I went a bit bonkers and bought an 8ft tree that we had to get help to carry in the house, and which barely fit through the screen door!  It also (apparently) came with a healthy dose of wildlife that migrated into Mum's room downstairs, so this year she put her foot down and I was banned from buying anything taller than me.   
After only about 15 minutes of um-ming and ah-ing, we settled on a 5-6ft Noble Fir tree that looked great, full-bodied and nicely bushy, not too needle-droppy and was only $65 (last year's one cost me $120 and took me a full hour to choose, so a smaller tree was certainly better for the wallet and patience this year!).  We then spent a lovely couple of hours trimming the tree and decking out the rest of the apartment, while White Christmas played on the telly.  A perfect start to our holiday season!  

And tomorrow, Santacon arrives......

Stay tuned for the crazy.....
Naked tree!
The Christmas Fairy and her lights...
All lit up!
The boys keeping a look-out for Santa....
Ta-da!!
Candles, stockings and White Christmas.  Perfect.
Festive table
Beautiful rustic decs from Loopy
Narcissis Watch - Week 2.
Holy macaroni, Batman.  Look at all that mitosis in action!  Another couple of days or so, and it'll be in flower.  Crikey.  And, as yet, un-nibbled by the cats.  It's a bona fide Christmas miracle....

And its not just the plant that's regenerating....

Sunday, December 09, 2012

Narcissis Watch - Week 1

You better be good - Santa knows if you've been narcissy or nice


One week and counting....
Til my first ever Santacon.  Not sure what took me so long, but look out SF....... Tis the season to be merry!!


Tuesday, December 04, 2012

Cake, Cake, baby...
Oh yeah.  It certainly IS the most wonderful time of the year.  For it is the Holiday season and that means one (of many) thing(s).  Baking With Intent.  This time last year, I'd just moved into my new fab condo in South Beach, so it was the very first Christmas I'd spent both there and out West.  I was still deliriously happy about my move to San Francisco (I think it took a full six months before my perma-grin managed to be somewhat internalized, rather than remain plastered on my face like a Crazy Fool) and so decided to celebrate in style by baking a Fabulous Cake and getting all Nigella in the kitchen.  

Now, I'm not one of this instinctive cooks who can whip up a storm through just "knowing" that this random ingredient will marry perfectly with that random ingredient and - voila! - culinary genius worthy of a Quick Fire win on Top Chef.  Nope, I cook like a scientist and follow a recipe to the letter.   If it says "one level teaspoon", my teaspoon will, indeed, be absolutely level.   Recipes that request you to add a "pinch" of this or that just annoy me - be more specific, for God's sake!  What if someone had really big hands with enormous fingers?   Another easy way to cause me distress is to require me to make an unexpected substitution to a recipe, so I try and avoid that scenario at all costs.  One time, back in the UK, when me and a friend used to compete to see who could throw the most elaborate, complex dinner parties (sound familiar?), I once sent a friend of mine out in search of a specific herb (and no, its not "erb"in this blog - its "H-erb") for my roasted poussin.  The recipe called for lemon thyme and - though she found regular thyme at the first store - much to her vexation, I was insistent that that Just Would Not Do. The recipe called for the lemon variant of thyme, so lemon it had to be.  In the end, she drove to three different stores in three different towns in search of it.  She finally found it in the Waitrose in Ramsgate, much to her relief and mine.  The poussin tasted excellent in the end, so I maintain it was well worth the effort...

...although it probably was a bit cheeky to then ask her to strip the tiny leaves off of it when she got back in....

Anyway, because of this rather retentive tendency, baking is right up my control-freaky street.  I should do it more often (my last foray into the baked goods realm was a rather successful white loaf during the dog days of KSCC) as its fun AND you get to eat a sugary treat at the end of it.  Last Christmas, I excelled myself with probably one of the best cakes I've ever made to date - a multi-tiered confection of awesomeness from my holiday baking mag, a Creamy White Chocolate Layer Cake.  It was simply divine - which, given it  was a gut-bustingly non-Speedo compliant 1,000 calories a slice, it bloody well better have been.  It actually froze really well too, so Mumsie and I were happily eating it for days. ("cake for breakfast?" "why, yes, don't mind if i do").  Here it is, in all its glory....

2011 Bake-fest Frenzy-
Hold the flour, I'm going in....
In construction - defying the Laws of Gravity,
one creamy tier at a time 
Ta-da!  And it tasted as good as it looked.
Bonza indeed.
And thus a new Holiday Tradition was born.

So, back to the currant.  

What will be this year's choice?  

Well, for such a weighty decision of such import, Mumsie and I felt it only fitting that we invite two special VIPs to oversee the Confection selection.  So, last night, we had the absolute pleasure of hosting Ashley and Kelly for dinner.  Mumsie had whipped up one of her "I can't believe its so simple cos it tastes so damned good" beef casseroles and I had decided to experiment with a couple of recipes I hadn't tried before from one of my recent cook book purchases.  Although I am rather control-freaky with recipes, I will pretty much try anything and have no hesitation to let loose on unsuspecting dinner guests with something I have never made before.  And - in general - it works out pretty well.  Tonight, I had decided to try a beetroot and orange salad with citrus goat cheese as the appetizer, and then follow up Mum's yummy casserole with a white chocolate mousse (if you're interested, both are from Claire Robinson's 5 ingredient fix book).  After initial concerns that the beetroot salad may be tasting a little more root-y than beet-y, it actually tasted pretty good as the creaminess and orange tang of the goat cheese mix cut neatly through the earthiness of the beet, and was a really tasty combination.  The white chocolate mousse, though, was simply divine.  It had caused me a little trouble earlier on when the chocolate chips failed to melt completely after the hot cream egg base was poured over the top, but that was fairly easily rectified with a bowl of hot water, steam and a stiff beating (steady on - this is not the 50 Shades of Grey blog).

After dinner was finished, it was time to consult the Cupcake of Dreams to make the selection.  Mum and I had written down about 10-12 various different cakes, pies and delectables from our ever-burgeoning Christmas magazine and recipe book selection.  Last year's cake was in there, as well as a couple of carrot cake options, as well as the Mother of All Cakes, the Oooey-Gooey Butter Cake, made by none other than the Queen of Butter herself, Paula Dean.  We read through the ingredient list with increasing disbelief - this thing has got 4 cups of butter in it!!  Plus a plantation's worth of sugar, and cream and cream cheese!!  You can probably get pre-diabetic just looking at the picture.

So, of course, in it went.

After reviewing all the potential options, Ashley and Kelly were then called upon to make the final choice from the Cupcake of Dreams..... 
Nice to know I'm not the only ham in the room....  Ashley and Kelly
 preparing to make the important Confection Selection
Ashley wishing upon a cupcake
"please don't let it be carrot cake...please don't let it be carrot cake...."
"Wow!!  What a surprise I picked this one! "
Ashley somehow manages to select his favorite choice...
And the winner is.....  
Ooey-gooey layer butter cake!

Friday, November 30, 2012

Guess where this is??
Caught the new Mercedes-Benz holiday ad on telly yesterday - imagine our surprise to see where Santa is keeping his fleet of fancy-pants cars!!!  We woz there!!

No sign of Santa and his "reindeers" though....


Sunday, November 25, 2012

Ding, ding!! All aboard the Mumsie Express!!
After our epic trip from Northern Cyprus to Istanbul to LA yesterday, it was time to complete our trip home in an old-fashioned, bygone-days style!  Instead of that last third flight home from LA to SF yesterday (which, after our 24hr marathon from Cyprus to Istanbul, would have been a killer), I had instead booked us into a cabin on the Pacific Coast Starlight Express train.  Mum loves train travel and this route was reputed to have some of the best scenery in the US, so I figured it would be the perfect, civilized ending to our trip and would be a great early birthday present for her!

Mum had absolutely no idea of my plan and i'd kept schtum the whole trip, so was blown away when  - instead of hauling all our stuff onto the terminal transfer bus at LAX (which is a right pain in the arse), instead we headed for the taxi rank and I rustled us up a cab to take us into town.  We stayed the night at the Westin in LA which was jolly nice (thank you Starwoods points) and I enjoyed a perfectly chilled glass of Piper Heidseck with a side of buffalo wings.  Wings?  I never eat buffalo wings.   I think they are one of the most pointless foodstuffs ever invented.   Well, that and artichokes.  But here I was chowing down on a plate of the little buggers. Jetlag is, indeed, a curious thing.

Anyway, we were up bright and early the next morning and easily got a cab (we weren't yet back in SF, after all) to Union Station in downtown LA.  Our train was at 10.45am, so we arrived at the station around 9.15am, allowing plenty of time to check-in, offload our bags and enjoy the experience.  Here's a photo essay from our trip:
Yey!! Christmas!  The beautiful tree in the station..
This portion of the station was blocked off - I guess to look
all atmospheric and retro.  And for use in film sets,  I guess...
 Cool,  huh?
In keeping with the Art Deco-y theme, the light fittings
in the station were absolutely gorgeous
Yey!!  All aboard!!
Just a tad nicer than a Greyhound bus.
And free tea-towels included for each passenger.
She's getting on a bit, bless her, so we took the granny
 shuttle to the platform...
Yes.  Yes, it is.  
Complementary champagne, madam?
Why yes, I don't mind if I do
Over the years, I've had the great fortune to enjoy a few epic train journeys - another previous surprise trip for Mum was a day trip on the Orient Express for Mother's Day one year.  We started out from Ashford (I think) and ended up in London, and were pampered and served a delicious meal on the way up, in this beautifully decorated Art Deco-era carriage.  It was a fabulous trip and, at the end, anything that basically wasn't nailed down, was...um... liberated as a souvenir of the experience.  I'm sure they factor in the cost of a few salt cellars into the ticket price anyway....  Another wonderful train trip was a couple of years ago, when I traveled on the Rocky Mountaineer train, starting in Jasper and finishing up in Vancouver.  It took two days and took us through some of the most spectacular scenery I've ever seen in the Canadian Rockies.  I splashed out on the Gold Leaf service (uber-expensive but SO worth it) with a luxurious viewing car and full silver service dining carriage, where you were pampered and fed and watered constantly to within an inch of your life!  A brilliant way to travel.

http://www.rockymountaineer.com/en_US/service_level/canadian_rocky/goldleaf

Anyway, the Pacific Coast Starlight express wasn't quite the Rocky Mountaineer but it was still a lot of fun and we passed through some equally impressive scenery.  Starting from LA, the route winds along the Pacific coastline, passing through Burbank, Simi Valley, Santa Barbara, San Luis Opisbo, Salinas (hello Steinbeck!), Oakland, Sacramento, Salem (hello witches!), Portland, Vancouver  and eventually arriving in Seattle a full 2 days later.  We de-trained (?) at Oakland and were transferred to a coach for the last leg of the journey into San Francisco, where we we finally deposited outside the Ferry Building just after 11pm.  Thus completed the epic journey home from Northern Cyprus, a 48hr marathon involving planes, trains and automobiles - it was a long trip but was so worth it, to see my folks in Cyprus and then to be able to surprise Mum with a fab train ride.  Life is, indeed, in the journey - not the destination.

First glimpses of the Pacific Coast, along Santa Barbara

The wild and rugged coastline of San Louis Opisbo (I think)
Now that's what I call a view....
Nuff said.  Enjoying the luxurious accommodations
of our surprising spacious Family Suite

I think these were the Paso Robles hills