I changed the blog theme again, and thought I’d celebrate with a new header. I’m embedding it here for those of you who are viewing through a reader:
Also, the website I designed for my writer friend, Lee Ann, is up and running now. Here is what it looked like before:
And here’s what it looks like now:
You can see the whole thing here.
Lee Ann is happy, and I’m happy, so all is well with the internet. Yay!
This time of year always makes me think of Bambi.
(Not the deer.)
Bambi was the 50-something receptionist at the first full-time job I had after graduating from university. She was good at her job; talkative and outgoing, but not one of those people who chats your ear off with no awareness of your boredom. She was interested in people, punctual and professional.
Unlike the developers, Bambi had set hours for working. She’d come in at 9:30, and leave at 5:30. By 5:25 she’d be sitting at her desk with her coat and hat on, maybe taking one or two last calls but mentally ready to go. On the dot of 5:30, the phones were switched over to the automated system and she’d be out the door before 5:31.
One day in February, I remember waiting by the door for some reason and talking with Bambi, and she mentioned that on the previous evening, just as she was leaving, she saw the thinnest line of sunlight on the horizon. It was the first time that year that she’d seen the sun on the way home, and it gave her hope. The dream of spring was alive; spirits were lifted.
Last night I saw that same wee bit of sun as I left for my Thursday night tap class, and I thought of Bambi.
The only other thing I really remember about Bambi was that she loved the movie West Side Story. She was so pleased one day when it came up that I’d seen it many times as well. She was a teenager when it was first released, and saw it 17 times in the theatre. She told me it got to the point where she’d break out in tears over the opening credits, then cry all the way through. By the end she’d feel completely cleansed and ready to watch it again.
Some days, I think I need a movie like that in my life.
There was another receptionist there — she worked from 8 in the morning until Bambi came in at 9:30, and some days she’d work the full day if Bambi couldn’t make it in for whatever reason. She was younger and super cool and all the young women in the office wanted to be her friend. Her name escapes me right now…I want to say Janet? Or possibly Janice?
Anyway, Possibly Janice was only doing the reception thing to pay the bills; in her real life she was an actress and was constantly auditioning for commercials. She was in several commercials while I worked there. Her most famous was probably a Lotto 6/49 commercial in which she and her husband are walking through a large, empty house with an older couple, presumably the husband’s parents. At the end of the commercial, the parents say, “This is a lovely house,” and then Possibly Janice says, “We didn’t buy it for us…we bought it for you!” and they all celebrate.
Today sometimes I’ll see her on TV and get all nostalgic for those early days of adulthood, when I had my own little bachelorette apartment and a bathroom all to myself. Good times.
Amy over at Muddy Boots tagged me for a meme, in which I share seven things about myself. First, let me say something about Amy — her blog is so warm and lovely and charming. Every time I read it, I feel like I’m curled up in front of a fire at a nice coffee shop, with a giant mocha-coffee thing in my hand, with a mound of whipped cream on top, and chocolate sprinkles, and a nice toffee-chip scone on the side, and… what was I saying? Ah yes, Amy’s place is like home away from home. You’ll like it there, you’ll learn how to throw an amazing birthday party, and you’ll see some beautiful photographs. Go see!
I like my lists with a theme, so I present to you:
Seven Things that Bug Me in a Minor Sort of Way
1. What is the deal with book jackets? Especially on children’s books? They used to make me so crazy — I’d spend all my time running around after the kids screeching, “DON’T RIP THE BOOK JACKET!” until my voice gave out. Eventually I saved my sanity by removing any and all book jackets from the kids’ bookshelf, and putting them in a cupboard under lock and key. Every so often I’d open the cupboard and lovingly dust them and accept accolades from them about how awesome I was at the book jacket protection business.
Then one day I totally lost my mind, and threw them all in the recycling bin. Because I am BAD. ASS.
Now any book jackets that come into this house go straight into the recycling. Book jackets beware! This is a no book jacket zone!
2. I have one really long, black hair that grows out of my chin. I just plucked it out about three minutes ago, but it’ll be back. There is also just one, single, black hair that grows out of my left shoulder. I’m thinking about embedding a mini GPS under my skin so wayward hairs can find their way home again. To the head, hairs! To the head! Rally to my war cry!
3. I really get ticked off when junk mail arrives in a plastic wrapper, forcing me to open the plastic in order to recycle the inside. I always think that it’s their secret plan to make me have a better look at their advertising crap by making me spend an extra 15 seconds tearing it open. But au contraire, junk mail persons! Your desire to further destroy the earth with your needless plastic packaging only makes me more resolved to not give your flyer one whit of my attention. Consider a simple staple in the future.
4. There’s only one thing I really don’t like about this house, and that’s that the powder room on the main floor is directly across from the front door. Our front door has a full height glass window in it. So if you pee with the door open — or if little hands open it for you — and it’s night, so you have the bathroom light on, but it’s dark outside, then HELLO WORLD, COME SEE MY VA-JAY-JAY.
5. Actually, one other thing that bugs is trying to do the laundry in wintertime, because the washer and dryer are located in our mud room. In winter, the mud room is wet, muddy, and smells like the inside of a 14-year-old boy’s hockey bag.
One time when Sir Monkeypants and I were newly married, we went to visit our bachelor friends Chris and Peter. They are both such nice guys, but their bathroom… oh my Lord. Let’s just say I’m glad that the mud room doesn’t smell like that. Sir Monkeypants discovered the Frat Bath about halfway through the party, and even though he’d been living there himself just a few months prior, he was horrified. He came out to say, “Dudes! What makes you think that when you go in there, you’re going to come out cleaner?”
And that’s exactly how I feel about the wintertime laundry situation.
By the way — I hope this does not sound sexist — but both Chris and Peter are married now and, I assume, have much cleaner bathrooms.
6. There’s something wrong with my head, such that toques don’t fit right. I’ve bought at least six of them this year alone and all of them either ride up, leaving me with a puffy bubble head, or they sink down and cover my eyes. If I try to roll up the rim to correct the fit, my ears get cold.
I’m so very un-Canadian.
The only toque-like hat that ever really fit me was my white Olympics hat, which was stolen at the Wendy’s, and we don’t want to get into that again, do we?
We’ve been watching a little bit of coverage from Vancouver, when the kids will let us, and they sometimes show clips from the last winter Olympics. Invariably, someone in the clip will be wearing my hat, and either the Captain or the Gal will exclaim, Mommy, Mommy, there is your hat! as if the poor Olympian used their time machine to pop over to the Wendy’s, pickpocket my toque, then return to 2006 Torino. It’s cute, though. I hope my hat is out winning a gold medal right now.
Potential hat stealing dudes:
7. It’s still winter. And I don’t have a hat. That stupid groundhog saw his shadow, or didn’t, whichever one means there’s plenty more winter where that came from, lady, and now we are officially broken up for the rest of the season.
I need a cup of tea. And a nap. And some naked chocolate eating while watching Olympic coverage never hurt anyone, either.
Here’s a confession: Until yesterday, I’d never been to Winterlude.
Everyone in Ottawa just gasped, thinking, “Why don’t you just pack it in and move to Toronto?”
Everyone outside Ottawa just went, “Winter what now?”
It’s a big party, celebrating winter, or thumbing its nose at winter, or something. There are displays and concerts and skating on the canal, when it isn’t too cold, or too warm, or too windy, or too rainy. Motto: “Winterlude: Attempting to outwit winter weather, with limited success.”
This weekend was a four-day weekend for the kids — they had a P.D. day on Friday and then Family Day on Monday. On Thursday at pickup time, almost every other mom I talked to asked me if we were “going to Winterlude.” And every time, I did not get it. What is there to do there? Skate outside, where the ice is bumpy and the kids will complain until my ears bleed? Drive for a half hour, fight for another half hour to find parking, just to spend five minutes looking at ice sculptures, if you can find them?
I don’t get it.
But all the other mommies were doing it, and I am nothing if not weak in the face of peer pressure. So we checked it out online, and it seems there was a park where there were slides made out of ice, and giant bear mascots to meet, or something. So we thought we’d spend Family Day having a grand old time, frolicking in the snowy playland that is Ottawa.
Oh, the best laid schemes of mice and men.
I don’t know what was up with our kids yesterday, but after a whole week at DisneyWorld without a single meltdown, they did not seem to be able to make it through fifteen minutes at Winterlude without whining, crying, whimpering, or all three at once. It was too cold (even though we were very well dressed and it was only minus two outside). It was too snowy. They were too tired to walk. They were too cold to sit. They were too hungry to eat. They were too hungry to wait in line for food.
They wanted to slide but the line was too long. They wanted to ski but the wait was too frustrating.
They did not believe us when we told them that BeaverTails were good, and refused to try them. Jesus, children, it’s not like it’s PIE OR ANYTHING.
They DID NOT WANT TO LOOK AT SNOW SCULPTURES!! NO!! NO SNOW SCULPTURES!!
And thus we came home.
I can’t remember a less fun, less productive outing in recent memory.
And thus, Winterlude, I must give you a giant red X. WINTERLUDE FAIL.
Today, the kids are back at school, and when I go and pick them up I’m sure they are going to be all, “How come we didn’t get to stay at Winterlude? Johnny said he went on the slides 20 times! And Kate said she had a BeaverTail and it was the best thing ever! Why are you such crappy parents?”
Why indeed, children, why indeed.
I made this week’s pie for a chocolate party we went to on Saturday. It’s a Black Bottom Pie, which is a layer of chocolate custard on the bottom, with a light and fluffy rum-flavoured custard on top.
Here’s the pie with the chocolate part added (the crust is already baked and finished):
And here’s what it looked like after the top layer was added.
Sure, sure, it looks pretty, doesn’t it? But this pie was definitely my least favourite to date.
Part of the problem is that I did not whisk continuously as I added the eggs to the hot milk to make the custard. As a result, my light-and-fluffy top part has egg chunks in it. There is a definite texture problem.
But on top of that, the filling seems kind of tasteless. Also, although the crust was one of my smoothest crust experiences ever (rolling out on parchment paper really helped reduce my stress A LOT), it tasted salty to me. It could just be that everything else at the party was loaded with chocolate and sugar, so the pastry tasted salty in comparison. Still, I have no interest in eating the leftovers of this pie. Anyone want them?
See that chocolate stuff next to the leftover pie? That’s my famous chocolate mousse cake — it’s called Velvet Lush — and its leftovers are WELL worth eating. Hands off! Mine!
My friend Izabela was there, and she told me that the pie was her favourite dessert there, before she even knew that I was the one who made it. So that’s a hopeful thing. But overall, I would not make this one again.
Speaking of Izabela, she had just returned from a three week long trip to Sweden for work. She said that the people of Sweden are the thinnest she’s ever seen; Izabela herself is a very thin woman and she said she felt on the heavy side of things while walking down the street. And I thought, “Memo to self: Never visit Sweden.”
But then I thought, “Hm, perhaps Sweden is the only country in the world where I might actually be considered busty.”
Memo to self: Visit Sweden. Pack the good bras.
Send me an email if you’d like the recipe.
Little Miss [pointing]: What’s that?
Me: That’s my nose.
Little Miss: What’s that?
Me: That’s my ear.
Little Miss: What’s that?
Me: That’s my shoulder.
Little Miss: What’s that?
Me: Those are my breasts.
Little Miss: I see them?
Sir Monkeypants, running over: Yes, we see them?
Biggest. Eye. Roll. Ever.
I’ve read more than one blog post these past few weeks about the winter blahs, the doldrums, the crappy February blues. I was all smug, all, “I’m doing great! I’m relaxed and happy! I’m loving it!”
And then this week, BLAH. Right in the kisser.
I’m finding it so hard to get motivated. I have a to-do list a mile and a half long, but I just want to sit on the couch curled up under a blanket and watch American Idol for at least 18 hours a day. Come to think of it, I only joined the AI party in season 7. There’s six whole seasons I could be watching, while not doing anything productive! Excuse me while I go start a few internet downloads.
Yesterday was laundry day, and instead of doing the laundry, I spent six hours making invitations for the Captain’s upcoming birthday party. They’re pretty. That’s so much more important than clean underwear, don’t you think?
I’m developing a real obsession with fonts and spent over an hour trying to decide which font to use, both for the text on the front, and the names of each invitee on the back. IT’S IMPORTANT, DAMMIT.
I even skipped the PTA meeting this week, simply because I didn’t feel like going. All that boring blather blather blather. So much for ruling the world.
One new project I’m half-assing, like everything else, is toilet training the Little Miss. Yesterday we had a major breakthrough in which she finally understood that pee in the potty = chocolate. As a result, we got four pees in the potty and even one very tiny accidental poop. On the downside, she seems to only be interested in using the potty when completely nude, so she spent most of yesterday buck naked, high on chocolate, watching movies.
I’d guess that makes it a good day for us both.
Let me open this post by declaring that I am the Worst. Wife. EVER.
Last night we had a bit of a midnight ruckus with Little Miss Sunshine, and so we overslept this morning. By the time everyone was up we were running late for school, and Sir Monkeypants and I were rushing around doing all the usual morning jobs in half the time.
We made it, barely, and I kissed everyone goodbye and wished them a good day, then went to help the Little Miss who was whining about something.
Later I was showering while the Little Miss watched a show, and in the shower, I was reviewing my to do list for the day: grocery shopping, blog about pie, sort Disney photos, make a birthday cake…
OH. SHIT.
It’s Sir Monkeypants’ birthday today!
And I totally forgot! I mean, I didn’t forget in that I planned for presents and cake, but I totally forgot this morning, and didn’t even wish him a happy birthday! And his presents didn’t get opened! And he didn’t get fawned over as he so richly deserves!
I SUCK.
And also, his presents this year suck. I had two totally awesome gifts in mind, and do you think I could find either of them anywhere in the city? Anywhere in Ontario, even? NO. One of them he knows about — it’s a Wii Fit — and there seems to be some sort of international shortage. You can’t even order one from American sites like Amazon.com.
I am the kind of person who plans for and shops for birthdays very early (this comes as a huge shock to you all, I’m sure) and I’ve been shopping for a Wii Fit since Boxing Day, and there is not one to be found in the whole wide world, it seems. WTF, Nintendo? YOU SUCK AS WELL.
So on Saturday I went to the mall with the kids and I grabbed the first three things I laid my hands on as presents for him. I hate last minute shopping.
Also, I suck.
All I need now is for the birthday cake to get messed up — it’s a very complicated recipe that I have never made before — and that will complete the Birthday of Suck. It’ll be legend…wait for it…ary!
Anyway. Pie.
Last week’s pie was a gift for FameThrowa, since we missed her birthday (it was the day we left for Disney). I brought it to Ladies’ Poker on Saturday and I think it’s safe to say that it was a big hit — definitely the best pie I have made to date.
It’s a butterscotch pie, which was my Nana’s specialty, and this one definitely rivalled hers. I’m so happy!
Speaking of pies, did anyone want me to post the recipes I am using here? Or would you prefer to just marvel at the magic without the details, and pick out your favourites for the upcoming pie party? Let me know.
The butterscotch pie is another pre-baked pie crust pie, with a chilled filling. It was also my very first attempt at making meringue.
Here’s the baked crust:
This one turned out okay. I’m very happy with my pastry recipe, which at the moment is 1 cup cake and pastry flour, 1/3 cup lard, and 1/2 tsp salt, with no more than 2 Tbsp water for mixing. It rolled out great, but as usual, I had trouble lifting it off the counter — it was stuck down. Next time I’m going to try to roll it out on parchment paper and see if that helps.
Also I totally forgot to prick it all over before baking, but I did weigh it down with mung beans, so I guess that was enough to minimize shrinking. I used a piece of parchment paper to line the shell to prevent the beans from sticking, and I made the paper circle by tracing the pie plate with a black marker. Then I put the paper in the pie plate marker-side-down, so if you look carefully at this pic you’ll see a weird black line running around the top of the crust. It’s marker transfer.
Oh yes, I AM JULIA CHILD.
Anyway. I was scared of the meringue but it turned out to be very easy — thanks to my mixer — and delicious. Here’s the finished pie:
And here’s what it looks like on the inside, after being demolished by hungry poker ladies, and also a bit squished on the car ride there:
Overall, DELICIOUS. So, so good. The pastry part was awesome. I’m so happy with this one.
This weekend we are going to a chocolate party, and everyone has to bring something chocolate, so I’ll be making a Black Bottom Pie, which is almost exactly like the butterscotch pie but with chocolate custard in the middle. In addition, I’ll be making a chocolate cake (a special request from our hostess, it’s an award winning chocolate mousse cake I make). Along with Sir Monkeypants’ fancy birthday cake, I should be easily able to gain 25 pounds this week.
But it’ll be worth it!
Here are some questions I’m getting about our Disney trip, and some thoughts on each. I think I’m done talking about Disney now! Tomorrow: a return to pie. But for now, the all-Disney, all the time, continues!
How young is too young? a.k.a., did Little Miss Sunshine have a good time?
The Little Miss is 2 1/2 years old, and although she did have a really good time, it was a little overwhelming for her. A lot of the shows and rides and fireworks were too loud for her, and she spent at least half the time with her hands over her ears. Also, the days were long for her, and it was important for us to set aside time every afternoon for her to rest. In general, our days went like this: either we’d get to the park right at opening, head home around 1 p.m. for a nap, then return for a couple of hours after an early dinner; or we’d get to the park at opening, push the Little Miss through to 3 p.m. or so (when a lot of the parades are), then call it a day and come home for a quick swim, dinner, and bed.
There were some things she really really loved — in particular it was so awesome to go through It’s A Small World with her, and she was very excited about all the parades. She adored the animals at Animal Kingdom and liked the interactive Kids’ Club activities there. She did NOT like meeting the characters, except for Minnie Mouse — she has a Minnie doll so she knew who Minnie was a litter better than the rest and cared a little more. We also got a little one-on-one time with Belle after Storytime With Belle (an interactive play/presentation at the Magic Kingdom) and she was quite happy to chat with Belle under those very laid back circumstances.
Also, she was a good traveller in that the planes, trains, and buses totally did not freak her out at all, but she required a LOT of entertaining and managing during transport, and that was awfully tiring for us.
In general, it was a lot for her to take in and I do think the older kids got a lot more out of the experience — not to mention the fact that she probably won’t remember anything at all. Actually, the one thing that we’re pretty sure she is going to remember is that Gal Smiley dropped her shoe off the balcony of our hotel room on the first morning. We couldn’t retrieve it ourselves because our rooms were at the Animal Kingdom overlooking the savanna, and people aren’t allowed down there, and the shoe was there for two days before we got it back. About 20 times a day for those first two days, the Little Miss would suddenly exclaim, “Oh no! The animals are eating Gal Smiley’s shoe! WE MUST SAVE IT!” and it was SO CUTE. Even after we had the shoe back, the Little Miss would run to it on occasion to point it out and say that it was safe now, safe from animals eating it.
Hee hee.
Disney tip: Make sure your kids have two pairs of shoes with them, if staying at Animal Kingdom.
Anyway, we plan to wait until she is 5 1/2 — three years from now — before we go back. We might wait even longer if she’s still too short to ride the 44-inch-height-restriction rides, since they’re a lot of fun and really open up the park to fun for the whole family.
How was your hotel?
We stayed at the Animal Kingdom Lodge — Kidani Village. This can be confusing if you are looking in guide books and online, because the Animal Kingdom Lodge used to be only one building. Then they built a second building, and renamed the original building to “Animal Kingdom Lodge — Jambo House” while the new one is Kidani. Still, a lot of guides and sites refer to only the “Animal Kingdom Lodge,” in which case, they mean Jambo House.
Kidani Village is all suites — bedrooms with a sitting/dining room and, for the 1 and 2 bedroom units, a full kitchen. I’ve already talked about the huge benefits of having a full kitchen in my food post. Other benefits of having the suite, though, were in-room laundry (I did laundry at least three times, and we could have easily brought half the clothes with us we did), multiple bathrooms (ours was a 2-bedroom, and it has THREE BATHROOMS, so crazy), and multiple TVs. If you have young kids and will be spending a significant amount of time in your rooms, it’s so worth it to splurge on the suite.
Kidani in particular has half of its rooms overlooking the savanna, where animals can wander up to within 10 feet or so of your balcony. We were constantly amazed at the beauty of seeing these animals just grazing or playing or napping. They are mostly active in the late afternoon, which is exactly when we arrived, and so just watching the animals from our balcony kept the kids busy and dazzled while we settled in, unpacked, and made dinner. I’m not sure I’d pay extra for the view again, but seeing as how we spent a LOT of time on our balcony looking at animals, I think it was worth it for this first time to Disney.
In case you are packing for Disney right now and wondering about what you’ll find in a Kidani suite, their kitchens have all the basics you’ll need to cook (pots, pans, cookie sheets, measuring cups, one sharp knife, cheese grater, can opener) and they’ll also give you dish soap, dishwasher soap, laundry soap, and a sponge and paper towels for cleaning up. We brought our own tupperware containers (bring at least 5 or 6), ziploc bags (bring at least 20, and wash and reuse them every day), and an extra sharp knife (which we were happy to have). Just about the only thing I wish we had brought was a pair of scissors, for opening packages and snipping off tags and such.
Oh, and one more complaint, in case anyone at Disney is listening: the suite was too dark. I like a lot of light in my kitchen and bathrooms. Pump up the wattage level, please!
What was the weather like?
In January, Florida does get cool. We were wearing pants pretty much every day, although one day was warm enough for shorts and t-shirts. Usually it was pants, t-shirt, and fleece or sweatshirt for the morning hours only. One day it rained so we wore our rain jackets over our sweatshirts; at least three of the days, we used our toques and gloves in the morning and evening hours.
The cool weather did not keep us out of the pool though — if you can stomach the walk over, the water is heated to 80 degrees and is lovely.
How much money did you spend/need?
We hooked our park pass cards up to our credit card, so we could charge just about anything we bought in the park — food or souvenirs. We only needed cash for buying food at the airport on the way home, and for tipping.
OMG, the tipping. Okay, we are totally not seasoned travellers and probably this is old news to most of the world, but did you know that travelling involves a lot of tipping? Even at Disney? So bring something other than $20 American bills if you don’t want to feel like an idiot in front of your Magical Express bus driver, your bellhop, your maid, and the guy who delivered your FedEx packages to your room. DOH.
And don’t ask me how much to tip these people, There’s nothing that can make me feel less like an adult than trying to figure out the world of tipping. Where the heck is James Bond when you need him? I bet he never has issues like this.
So, to sum up: other than the cash we gave the grocery delivery lady for our food, we probably only needed around $50 US cash to tide us through the week.
What were your favourite rides/shows?
The Captain surprised us with his love of the big thrill rides. He’s just barely — BARELY — 44 inches, which qualifies him for most of the roller coasters, but since Gal Smiley wasn’t tall enough to go on them and since the Captain hadn’t really been on anything like that before, we thought we’d be skipping them. But NO. It turns out that six-year-old boys LOVE the roller coasters. His favourites were Expedition Everest, Space Mountain, and Big Thunder Mountain, and he also love love loved Buzz Lightyears Space Ranger Spin and the Toy Story Mania and Star Wars rides at Hollywood.
Speaking of Toy Story Mania, that was the only ride the whole week long where we actually saw a real line up. We arrived at the park at 8:30 a.m. – it was early opening day there – and already the line was 40 minutes and they were handing out fastpasses for more than two hours later (seriously, unheard of). By the time we came back around 10:45 a.m. to use our fastpasses, they were fastpassing for 4 p.m. in the afternoon. So go there first!
Gal Smiley is five and just barely — BARELY — 40 inches, which means the only big ride she could go on was Big Thunder Mountain. She went, though — twice — and she liked it. She’s still young enough to prefer the kiddie stuff, though, and her absolute most favourite ride was It’s A Small World. She also loved Goofy’s Barnstormer (a very small roller coaster for preschoolers), Cinderella’s Carousel, and the Tea Cup Spin, and she adored seeing the animals at Animal Kingdom. Gal Smiley was also the most interested of our kids in meeting the characters and was very excited to gather their autographs.
Disney Tip: buy a little hardcover notebook at the dollar store for your kid to get autographs in before you go — otherwise you might be spending $11 on an “autograph book” when you get there. And bring a big marker — the character’s hands are too big and bulky to handle a mini marker or a pen.
The Little Miss I talked about above, but she liked the parades and the ice cream a whole lot, loved Storytime with Belle (at the Magic Kingdom — a nice quiet audience-participation show), and really loved the peace and quiet of the animal walks at Animal Kingdom.
Sir Monkeypants and I loved a lot of the shows. In particular I ADORED Voyage of the Little Mermaid at Hollywood, Festival of the Lion King at Animal Kingdom, and Finding Nemo: The Musical at Animal Kingdom. Sir Monkeypants’ favourite was the 3-D Mickey’s Philharmagic at the Magic Kingdom, and we both liked Storytime With Belle at the Magic Kingdom, both because the Captain got called up on stage to participate, and because the girls got a nice quiet meet-and-greet with Belle afterwards (we were last in a very small line, so we got a few extra minutes alone with her).
We also made a point of going late to the Magic Kingdom one night to see the fireworks, and they were amazing and beautiful (but the Little Miss had to watch with her hands over her ears.
Two rides that did not impress us: Winnie the Pooh and Peter Pan at the Magic Kingdom. The lines for both are super long, and the ride is only one minute long. We used fastpass for these and even then, they were only meh. Do not wait a long time for these — I can’t imagine how frustrating it must be for little kids to wait a half hour for a ride only to have it last one minute and then be told to get off. Fastpass if you can, or skip them altogether.
So, the Captain has food allergies. Plus, eating fast food for a week is not our idea of a good time. So we were not interested in the Disney meal plan.
Although, let me interrupt myself here to say that Disney does try very hard to accomodate different diets. If you do have allergies or sensitivities or issues with gluten, you can just call their allergy line for help. They’ll send you a list of the different foods they carry for special diets, and where to buy them. In general, you can buy allergy-safe products at one place in each park — so it’s a little inconvenient in that you have to get to that one place in the park, and also, you probably only have one or two choices at most for every single meal, but still, it’s nice to know that if you are out in the park and need food, there will be something, at least, to eat.
Anyway!
First of all, we got ourselves a suite at Disney — a two bedroom apartment with a full kitchen. Ours was at Kidani Village at Animal Kingdom, and I think this whole idea of having a kitchen to cook in is becoming more popular, because Disney has a bunch of new towers and “villas” and such where you can get your own full kitchen. It’s expensive — we would only be able to afford a suite like this in the off season, and only if they have a good sale on, which they did.
But SO WORTH IT.
First, let’s talk cost. I have no idea what the Disney meal plans cost, but our family of five ate for around $300 – total – for the whole week. Actually, I didn’t think of that before, but maybe it helps justify the extra cost of the suite given the savings in food. Hm.
Second, let’s talk about where it came from. One of the big benefits to us of staying on the Disney site was that we did not have to rent a car, and we didn’t have to take three car seats with us on the plane. Our original plan was to take a taxi from the hotel, once we got there, to a grocery store in nearby Lake Buena Vista to shop, but we heard that the resort was actually quite a ways out. Even from the Animal Kingdom, which is the closest to civilization, it’d be a 20 minute plus cab ride — out and then back again — and that would be pretty pricey, not to mention annoying and inconvenient.
So we decided to have our groceries delivered, and it worked out great!
We used NetGrocer,com for all of our non-perishables. (Disclosure: NetGrocer is giving me BUBKIS to mention them.) NetGrocer has a huge inventory of products and we were able to find the critical items — Sunbutter and Rice Dream rice milk — right there on the site. We ordered stuff like cereal, crackers, raisins, pretzels, bread, and bagels from them — basically everything we could, because we liked being able to pick out exactly what we wanted by brand name and size.
We placed the order about a month ahead of time and I emailed them directly to let them know that we were coming from Canada and needed the food to be delivered to the park on a specific date. Also, I should mention that NetGrocer will not accept Canadian credit cards on their website, but you can pay with PayPal, which is what we did.
I also called our Disney resort directly (not the main line, but the hotel’s specific line) to tell them to expect the delivery, and they said they’d have no problem accepting it and holding it for us until we arrived. Disney = awesome.
NetGrocer filled the order about a week before our arrival date. They emailed me with a couple of things that they were out of, suggesting substitutions, which were quite acceptable. Then they sent the groceries (three boxes’ worth) by FedEx to Disney and they actually arrived several days before we did. Yay! Total NetGrocer stuff was about $130 in groceries, $30 delivery fee, $160 total.
I also made an online order from Divvies.com. (Disclosure: Divvies is giving me NADA to mention them.) Divvies is a company that makes sweets — cupcakes, cookies, and candy — that is all egg-free, milk-free, and nut-free. Don’t you want some, NOW? Unfortunately, Divvies does not deliver to Canada and does not sell anywhere in Canada. But if you are going to DisneyWorld, they DO deliver there. OH YEAH, BABY.
So we made an order there of treats for the Captain — some to eat the week we were there, but most just to bring home to freeze for him to have on special occasions. I emailed them after placing my order to let them know it was for Disney and it should be delivered on such-and-such a date, and they were totally cool with that. And again, our order arrived for us at the hotel a few days before we did. Yay! I forget how much the Divvies stuff was, but most of it came home with us, so say we spent $10 or so for the cookies that the Captain actually ate during the week there.
Oh, and I should mention that you’ll need the address of your hotel to fill out these orders, but you can get it from the Disney site.
Lastly, we still needed milk, produce, and meats for the week. We got these from WeGoShop.com. (Disclosure: WeGoShop is giving me ZIP for mentioning them.) WeGoShop is really just an umbrella organization for a bunch of local franchisees. In the Orlando/Disney area, the franchisee is Marge Peck, and when you place your order on their site, it goes to her (also, she asks that you call her after placing your order to confirm your delivery time — her number is there on the order page).
Marge is a total doll, and I love her. She is a woman who cares, let me tell you. We asked for delivery at 7:30 on the evening we arrived — we hoped to be at the hotel by 5, but just in case of bad weather/delayed flights/whatever, we decided to build in a bit of a cushion. But we actually got to the hotel around 4:30, and while we were waiting for Marge, she called us like, four times to ask us questions. Which brand would be best? Would it be okay if she swapped x for y? Did we mean cheese block or cheese slices? You could tell that she wanted us to have exactly what we asked for, and she totally shopped for us as if buying her own groceries. She was just so awesome! Total cost of our fresh groceries was around $83, plus $22 delivery charge, plus a tip (tip of 10-15% is expected). We ended up giving her $120 in cash (we weren’t sure if she would take a Canadian credit card, so I just estimated the cost of our order using Canadian equivalents — I was within $5 — and brought enough cash).
Sooooo much could have gone wrong with this plan, but it all worked out pretty well. The only glitch was with the NetGrocer order, but it was not their fault — the problem was FedEx. FedEx delivered the order to the wrong address — instead of sending it to Animal Kingdom Lodge Kidani Village, they dropped it at Animal Kingdom Lodge Jambo House, which is the hotel next door. We had a very stressful hour after arrival when we were there, but our groceries were not there, until a very nice man named Earl (LOVE YOU, EARL) found them over at Jambo and had them brought directly to our room. I should add that I prepared extensively for this possibility by having a list in my carry all of all relevant information — phone numbers for NetGrocer and FedEx, confirmation and tracking numbers for both, and Marge’s contact info should I have to call her and add more to our order before she came out to deliver to us. It was a phone call to FedEx that revealed that the boxes were actually delivered to the wrong address. But in the end we got our boxes and it was all good.
And on top of all this, we also brought about a half-suitcase worth of food — three dozen muffins I had made at home and some bread that was safe for the Captain; the pre-mixed dry half of things like pancakes and biscuits, to be used for some of our dinners; small amounts of things like sugar, tea bags, and rice vinegar that I’d need for cooking that I didn’t want to order a great big package of.
And voila! We had groceries for the entire week, and never had to leave the resort.
Every morning we’d have breakfast in our suite, and then we’d pack lunch (sandwiches or cheese and bagels) and snacks for the park. We quickly learned to pack a LOT of food for the park — we’d leave the hotel by 8 a.m,, the kids would want a snack by 9:30, lunch by 11 at the latest, and then another snack around 1. We’d pack lots of fruit and veggies because it’s so easy to get dehydrated from all the walking in the sun, the kids ate way more produce than usual (awesomesauce!). We also brought juice boxes for the kids every day (thanks, NetGrocer!) and Sir Monkeypants and I drank water from the refillable bottles we carried around with us. We’d usually be back at the hotel around 2 p.m. so the Little Miss could rest or nap; some days we’d swim then make dinner and have an early bedtime, and other days we’d eat “dinner” at 4 p.m. then go back to the park for two or three hours (bringing along more snacks and water) until 7 or so.
I think that families with older kids would not find that this plan works for them as well. They’d probably be able to go for longer at the park — I know that when Sir Monkeypants’ sister takes her kids, they usually head over to the park around 11 a.m. and then stay right through until close. So I’m not sure that making dinner at your suite every night makes sense for families on that schedule, but it sure did work for us. We were so happy to be able to feed the Captain his usual food, and Sir Monkeypants and I really appreciated both the savings and not having to eat the same fried foods every day for the duration of our stay. It didn’t really take much time out of our day to go back to the suite and eat, then return — we were going to do it anyway, so the kids could have a break. I really can’t recommend this solution enough.
I also wanted to mention that we did eat out for dinner one night. We wanted to try it, to see how it would go if we came back to Disney and didn’t get a suite. We chose the Rainforest Cafe at Animal Kingdom, because it was close and because it had a lot of kid-friendly items on the menu. They were great there — the chef himself came out to talk to us and ended up making a special dish just for the Captain that wasn’t on the menu. But despite the great service, it was not a great experience and we wouldn’t go back. It’s very loud in there, with the animals and the water and the storms and whatnot, and the Little Miss spent the whole time whining and whining and covering her ears. Meanwhile, Gal Smiley and the Captain declared their food to be gross, and in the end all three of them basically had french fries for dinner. Sir Monkeypants and I took turns gobbling down our food while trying to comfort the Little Miss and cajole the bigger two into eating something meaningful, and in the end, we paid close to $100 for what was a very stressful experience full of very hard work.
When we go back again, we’ll definitely be eating all our meals in our suite. At the most, I think we’d maybe try to get pizza from room service (there’s one hotel with an in-house pizzaria — I think it is Fort Wilderness?) or maybe try eating at the fast food/take out style restaurants in our hotel. Having a special dinner off site just is not worth it to us.
So the fact that all our food arrived on schedule, and we ate well, and (amazingly!!!) we had almost exactly the right amount of food to eat it all up by the last day, made Disney all the more awesome. Awesome!
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