Monday, September 28, 2009

Motormouse, and other musical treats

I reckon I've heard more live music in the last seven weeks than the preceding seven years. This, dear readers, is a Very Good Thing.

The highlight, of course, was the utterly surreal Motörmouse gig a couple of weeks ago. We got back from honeymoon to discover an excited tweet from someone saying that Motorhead were playing at the House of Blues in a couple of days' time. Anna, it turned out, had never seen them, so I immediately demanded we get tickets. They were supported by the Reverend Horton Heat, who I know only from Psychobilly Freakout on Guitar Hero 2. Strange mix, but never mind.

It wasn't until we got to the House of Blues that I realised we were actually in Walt Disney World. Motorhead. Disney. Motorhead. Disney. Does not compute. Let me just quote Lemmy as he walked on stage: "Hello, Orlando, we are Motorhead, and this is Disney. Fuckin' hell."

It was bloody good fun though. We drank nasty overpriced Pabst beer, Rev HH were fantastic, Motorhead were bloody loud, and I got to feel really old when Lemmy introduced tracks off Another Perfect Day with "we wrote this before most of you were even born." Still, I still can't quite accept that I saw Motorhead play Disney. It's just wrong. I only know it really happened because Vaughn took pictures.

Aside: last Friday we saw It Might Get Loud at the Enzian, which features a clip of Jimmy Page playing air guitar. That's another reality check right there. If you're a guitarist, you have to see that movie.

However, most of what we've been seeing have been amateur blues bands. There's a regular Tuesday night blues jam at the Island Oasis, and another at the Alley in Sanford on Thursdays. They're both small dive bars, but they serve cheap beer and awesome blues. And I do mean awesome. I've never, ever heard a blues band in England that could even come close to what these guys do. There's a hard core of about a dozen of them that do both, and then some people go to one or the other, and they just get up and play.

The mix is so varied it's incredible. We saw a sax player who must have been 70, up on stage with a kid who probably wasn't old enough to be drinking coffee, let alone beer. There are a couple of ladies there who have voices that'll rip your heart out from a hundred paces without a microphone. There are guitar players to make you weep with envy, and they play just about every style you can think of. We've heard Lynyrd Skynyrd style Southern rock, we've heard Mississipi delta blues, we've heard Clapton, you name it, we've heard it.

Down here, these guys have the blues in their blood. They're born to it. I'm just itching to get hold of a guitar and get on the stage with them, even though I know I'm never going to be as good as the teenagers, let alone the guys who've been playing since before I was born. It's a wonderful, amazing experience. If you fancy yourself as a blues player, get your butt over here, and come listen to this. They're a really welcoming bunch, and if you bring an instrument, or you're prepared to take the mic, they'll be only to happy for you to join in.

We've also managed to catch a bunch of other bands in bars all around the place. Wherever you go, there's music, and they're all fun. and mostly they're pretty damn good.

In the Copper Rocket the other night, there was a band called Vanda, who started off OK, but once they got into the swing of it, they ended up as a sort of country rock B-52s. In another bar in Sanford, we caught a one-man show, and in my favourite bar in the world, Stogies, in St Augustine, there were two brothers with guitars who were marvelously entertaining.

Hmm, I've just realised that makes it sound like all we do is go to bars. That's not true. We do go to other places as well. For example, for a complete change of pace, we saw a Polynesian dance troupe at the Science Center who demonstrated music and dance from several different islands.

I like this America place. I reckon it's got a lot going for it.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Acorn squash soup

I forget who it was who asked for the recipe for the soup I did for last week's pie party, so here you go. You can all have it. It came from a 1994 annual of recipes from Southern Living which we picked up in the library for about $2.

Cut 2 large acorn squash in half, deseed them, and boil them for about 30 minutes. Let them cool, peel 'em, and mush 'em.

While the squash is cooling, chop up a large onion, and saute it slowly in 1/4 cup of butter for about 20 minutes until soft. Add 6 cups of chicken broth (stock), 1 1/2 cups of dry white wine (cheap stuff will do) and the squash, and simmer for 10 minutes. Turn the heat off, add 2 tbsp of lime juice, the zest of a lime, and 1/4 tsp pepper, and allow to cool.

Blend until smooth and add 1 cup whipping cream. Garnish with chopped chives or parsley if you feel so inclined, and serve cold or warm with cornbread. (I prefer warm.)

Easy or what?

You can use pretty much any squash if you don't have acorn. It comes out more or less the same. Try these creamy fall soups as well, also from Southern Living (Oct 2003): I rather fancy curried acorn squash and apple soup.

Everything was homemade and vegetarian, so it had to be healthy, right? And the more of it we ate, the healthier we got.

I'm not going to post recipes for the shoo-fly pie, sweet potato pie, Anna's banana chocolate cream death pie or her amazing diabetes-inducing pear and apple cobbler.* Go and get a copy of Mrs. Rowe's little book of Southern Pies by Mollie Cox Bryan. It's a wonderful book - get it from the library and check it our first if you don't believe me. You'll end up buying it.

*The cobbler's not included in the pie book. That came from a Southern Lady special, adapted by Anna, and I have no idea what she did. It's probably not safe to be let loose on human beings, though, unless medical assistance and insulin are on hand. Think of me as your friend.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Honeymoon in St Augustine

We're finally home after a few days exploring St Augustine. We've been there several times before (a year ago when we fell in love, at Christmas when we went to see the lights, and last summer when we got engaged), but this is the first time we've had the opportunity to actually look around. It's a beautiful town, the oldest in the US. It's practically unchanged in the last 100 years, so it has a real sense of history to it. (Actually, that's a lie, but more on this in a later blog post.) We'd both love to end up living there if we can afford it and we can deal with the practical issues of kids & schools & jobs, and so it was the natural choice for our wedding and honeymoon.

Look away now, folks. Matt & Anna get mushy on the beach.

I was smitten by a nasty cold last week (great timing, eh?) so it was a little more subdued than we were expecting, but we still managed to fit in a lot.

The Fort (Castillo de San Marco, St Mark's Fort, Fort Marion - it's had many names in the last 400 years) is one of the star-pattern fortresses that you no longer see in Europe. It's successfully defended the city ever since it was built. It's been occupied by the Spanish, French, English and Americans, and was still in use a hundred years ago. The place is a testament to the power of cannon: no ship was able to sail down the Matanzas River past the fort. It was also well night impregnable to anything the 17th, 18th and 19th centuries could throw at it. It's built from coquina, which is basically compacted seashells, and cannonballs just bounced off it.

Anna gets something powerful between her thighs.

A short way along the seafront from the fort is Harry's, one of the restaurtants that everybody - and I mean everybody - told us we had to try. It's a chain, but don't let that put you off. It was, quite simply, superb. It's a specialty seafood place, so I couldn't eat most of what was on the menu, and settled instead for Louisiana pork tenderloin, which came with a mushroom pepper sauce. I have never, ever tasted pork so good. Definitely a place to revisit every time we go.

Harry's. In case you missed it earlier, they serve the best pork ever. Really.

We had originally intended to get married in the courtyard of The Lightner Museum, but that plan fell through when they told us how much it would cost. So instead, we just wandered round it. The place is a glorious pseudo-Spanish former hotel and casino that houses the most insane collection, of, well, collections. Lightner was a rich eccentric (there are a lot of those in St Augustine's history) who founded Hobbies magazine and collected other people's collections. It didn't matter what they were collections of, he wanted them. As he was dying, he bought the old Hotel Alcazar and created a museum for all his stuff. It's just completely, totally random, and it's a joy to walk around, as you have absolutely no idea what you're going to find next.

The Lightner Building. Looking out from this window: you can see the tower reflected.

The building also houses an enormous Victorian swimming pool and steam bath, which is just pure steampunkery. More on the swimming pool later: for now, I'll just mention the circa 1910 poster which was advertising displays by young ladies of stunts performed in the swimming pool. The poster noted that the ladies would be wearing specially designed costumes that would help gentlemen appreciate their athleticism, and pointed out that the show was not designed to stimulate prurient interest, but to aid in the understanding of the health benefits of swimming. Right. That'd be like the three entrances to the magnificent Ponce de Leon hotel, then. The main entrance, the ladies' entrance, and the entrance for unaccompanied ladies round the back, out of view of any of the churches.

The steam room.

Cellar 6 was an oddity. It felt too upmarket for St Augustine, as if it really wanted to be in Manhattan. It was pleasant enough, the food was good, and the service was excellent, but somehow, not what I was looking for.

Later that evening we took a romantic moonlight carriage ride around the city. Our driver, Will, was obviously suffering from end of season tour guide fatigue, and his commentary was laced with an unexpected level of cynicism and acerbic wit. Actually, that made it a lot more fun than the usual tourist nonsense. The one thing that sticks in my mind is that the one guest house that claims not to be haunted is a former funeral parlor - and they don't put that on the brochures!

St Augustine at night.

We kicked off our last day in town with a trip round the Villa Zorayda, another wonderful folly built by a rich eccentric, Franklin W. Smith. Allegedly a tenth-scale replica of the Alhambra Palace in Granada, Spain, it's nothing of the sort. It's a private home inspired by Moorish architecture which incorporates some styling from the Alhambra, and is home to a lot of amazing artifacts. In its time, it's also been a club, restaurant, casino, and speakeasy, and it just oozes character. The surprising thing about the place is that the architecture is actually really shoddy, especially in comparison to the beautiful objects it's filled with. It looks great, but as soon as you get close, you see how crude and garish it actually is. Still, a fascinating visit and well worth an hour or so.

It's as crazy inside as out.

OK, remember that swimming pool? That's where we went for lunch. They drained it, and filled it with antique shops and a rather fabulous little restaurant, the Alcazar. There's something wonderfully surreal about sitting on the bottom of a swimming pool to eat, especially when a guitarist starts playing show tunes in a flamenco style. The beef and vegetable soup was thick and nourishing, and just what I needed. I followed with blackened chicken and parmesan sauce on linguini, and we finished up with a super-creamy key lime cheesecake.

The Alcazar restaurant. The water level was just below the tops of the archways.

That set us up nicely for a tour round the San Sebastian Winery. Florida wines aren't exactly the world's greatest, since muscadine grapes are so damn sweet you can't really do much with them. However, a free tour and complimentary tasting isn't something to turn down! Our guide, Stephen, was really good; he knew his stuff, and he was entertaining and informative, pitching his spiel at just the right level. As a European who's used to brewing wine in the airing cupboard, it was odd to see that they had to cool the must to bring it down to fermentation temperature, not warm it. To be honest, most of the wines weren't to my taste, but their sherry and port was extremely pleasant.

Stephen extolling the virtues of Florida port and sherry.

We finished off the day at our two favourite places, the Tasting Room and Stogies. I've talked about them before, so I'll just say that they were as good as always. After the tasting at the winery, we were already a little tipsy, and then we moved on to tasting more champagnes and Spanish reds, then ports. I think we must have sampled nearly two dozen drinks and a dozen dishes that day. Perfect. We ended the evening out on our balcony at midnight, looking out over St Augustine and dreaming of coming here again when we can afford it.

Our balcony at the Casa de Solana, a charming B&B.

We took the scenic route home, and went via Anastasia Island, on the other side of the Matanzas River. I finally got to a beach in Florida: the Anastasia State Park. It was almost completely deserted, which was wonderful, and we just sat quietly looking out at the ocean and watching pelicans and other seabirds until we got hot and thirsty.

The Atlantic. Some sand. Some grass. Anna.

We then stopped off at Stir It Up, a little hippie surfer food place by the beach, and gorged ourselves on organic quesadillas and enormous turkey sandwiches and totally yummy smoothies. It's the kind of place you'd drive right by if you didn't know it was there, and quite frankly, that's a good thing. If lots of people found it, it'd get all popular and wouldn't be neartly so good. In fact, forget I mentioned it. Nothing to see here, folks. Move along now.

This is the only clue you get. If you can find this place, eat there.

We carried on down the coast, making just one more stop, the delightful Washington Oaks State Gardens. There was a special deal over the weekend, and all State Parks were free to anyone with a Florida library card, which is kinda cool. It combines natural riverside habitat with formal gardens, and was absolutely filled with gloriously coloured butterflies. Anna was entranced by an enormous grey grass carp: it's the largest of the minnow family, and really rather impressive. We stayed there and relaxed in the shade by the water for a while, until finally it was time to head off back down I-95 to Winter Park and real life.

The only place I know that compares to this for sheer beauty is Rudyard Lake.

Despite not feeling at my best, it was a thoroughly enjoyable few days. I suspect we'll be doing this again for future birthday/wedding anniversary celebrations, until we can afford to buy the house we both want so much.

There are loads more pictures on Anna's Flickr site, and shortly on mine too.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Leapin' Lizards!

One of the things I like about this place is that there are lizards everywhere. And, to my surprise, they jump!

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Wedding Vows

For those of you who couldn't be there (which was pretty much everyone, because we eloped), here's what we said to each other two days ago. The ceremony took place on Monday, September 7, 2009 in the courtyard of the Casa de Solana in St Augustine, Florida. The officiant was Betty Crosby, a charming lady who reminded me of my late great-aunt, Brenda Crosby.

Our vows were adapted from old Celtic rituals by Anna.

More pictures on Anna's Flickr site.


Marriage is an act of faith. It requires great trust to pledge oneself to a lifetime with another person. Today Anna and Matt demonstrate their faith and trust by pledging their love to each other.

Do you, Anna, take Matt to be your husband,
To be his constant friend,
his partner in life, and his true love?
To love him without reservation,
honor and respect him,
protect him from harm,
comfort him in times of distress,
and to grow with him in mind and spirit?

Anna: I do.

Do you, Matt, take Anna to be your wife,
To be her constant friend,
her partner in life, and her true love?
To love her without reservation,
honor and respect her,
protect her from harm,
comfort her in times of distress,
and to grow with her in mind and spirit?

Matt: I do.

Wedding Vows:

Officiate: Anna and Matt, will you now face one another and join hands.

I, Matthew David Kelland,
in the name of the spirit and Will that resides within us all,
by the life that courses within my blood,
and the love that resides within my heart,
take you, Anna Mary Young,
to my hand, my heart, and my spirit
to be my chosen one.
To desire and be desired by you,
to possess you, and be possessed by you,
without sin or shame, for neither can exist in the purity of my love for you.
I promise to love you wholly and completely,
in sickness and in health,
in plenty and in poverty,
in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again.
I shall not seek to change you in any way.
I shall respect you, your beliefs, your people, and your ways as I respect myself.

I, Anna Mary Young,
in the name of the spirit and Will that resides within us all,
by the life that courses within my blood,
and the love that resides within my heart,
take you, Matthew David Kelland,
to my hand, my heart, and my spirit
to be my chosen one.
To desire and be desired by you,
to possess you, and be possessed by you,
without sin or shame, for neither can exist in the purity of my love for you.
I promise to love you wholly and completely,
in sickness and in health,
in plenty and in poverty,
in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again.
I shall not seek to change you in any way.
I shall respect you, your beliefs, your people, and your ways as I respect myself.

Introduction of Rings:

The wedding ring is the outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual bond. It is a seal of the vows Anna and Matt have made to one another."

Matt (placing ring on Anna's finger):
I take you, my heart
At the rising of the moon
And the setting of the stars,
To love and to honour
Through all that may come,
Through all our lives together.
In all our lives,
May we be reborn
That we may meet and know
And love again,
And remember...

I thank you for this ring and I accept it as a symbol that we are one with each other. I will wear it with love all of my life. From this day forward the world will know that I am yours and you are mine.

Anna (placing ring on Matt's finger):
I take you, my heart
At the rising of the moon
And the setting of the stars,
To love and to honour
Through all that may come,
Through all our lives together.
In all our lives,
May we be reborn
That we may meet and know
And love again,
And remember...

I thank you for this ring and I accept it as a symbol that we are one with each other. I will wear it with love all of my life. From this day forward the world will know that I am yours and you are mine.

Handfasting Ceremony:

Matt and Anna, please join your right palms,
and then your left palms. This forms the symbol of infinity between you.

Officiate wraps cord around the joined hands.

Now you are bound one to the other
With a tie not easy to break.
Take the time of binding
To learn what you need to know -
To grow in wisdom and love.
That your marriage will be strong
That your love will last
In this life and beyond.

In times past it was believed that the human soul shared characteristics with all things divine. It is this belief which assigned virtues to the cardinal directions; East, South, West and North. It is in this tradition that a blessing is offered in support of this ceremony.

Blessed be this union with the gifts of the East.
Communication of the heart, mind, and body
Fresh beginnings with the rising of each Sun.
The knowledge of the growth found in the sharing of silences.

Blessed be this union with the gifts of the South.
Warmth of hearth and home
The heat of the heart's passion
The light created by both to illuminate the darkest of times.

Blessed be this union with the gifts of the West.
The deep commitments of the lake
The swift excitement of the river
The refreshing cleansing of the rain
The all encompassing passion of the sea.

Blessed be this union with the gifts of the North
Firm foundation on which to build
Fertility of the fields to enrich your lives
A stable home to which you may always return.

Each of these blessings emphasizes those things which will help you build a happy and successful union. Yet they are only tools. Tools which you must use together in order to create what you seek in this union.

Declaration of Marriage:

Now that Matt and Anna have given themselves to each other by solemn vows, with the joining of hands and the giving and receiving of rings, by the virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the State of Florida, I pronounce you husband and wife.

The Kiss:

You may seal your vows with a kiss.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

A nice cuppa

I'm slowly getting used to the fact that when I ask for tea in Florida, I'm not going to get one of these.

Nope, what you get is something completely different. For a start, it's cold. If you want hot tea, you need to specify hot tea. Then the chances are they'll bring you something made with green tea. You see, you should have said black tea if that's what you wanted. Then they helpfully go and put cream in it instead of milk. And then, if you wanted it sweetened, they pour honey in it. There's not much else they could do different. It is, in the words of the late, great, and much lamented Douglas Adams (who was, like me, an alumnus of St John's College, Cambridge) "almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea."

It's easier just to accept that this is tea, and the good old English cuppa is something to be enjoyed in the comfort of my own home.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Little things

I've been in Florida for just over a month now, and while it's easy to focus on the big differences (huge thunderstorms, palm trees everywhere, people talking in strange accents, and everything being so much bigger), it's often the small things that make all the difference.

Take light switches, for example. They're all upside down. Down is off, and up is on. Well, the ones on the walls, anyway. The ones on lamps are strange twisty things instead of clicky pushy ones, which requires way more digital dexterity than I can manage last thing at night.

Now, coffee. We all know Americans are coffee experts. So, you want a cup of coffee. You boil the kettle, then you... uh, hold up there. The kettle? They don't have kettles here. If you want hot water, you boil up a pan of the stuff on the stove. If you're really classy, you can get an old-style kettle for the stove, like my great-grandmother used to have. You can go to Wal-Mart and choose from one hundred and sixty-three different models of coffee machine, but they offer precisely one type of electric kettle. They have machines for just about everything else in the kitchen, but not for making hot water. Weird.

This, my dear American friends, is a kettle...

... this is a piece of antiquated steam-age technology.

If you really want to confuse them, use a 24-hour clock. You'd have thought, given how militarized this place is, that they'd all understand what time 1645 is. But no. Seventeen hundred hours, sure, you can probably get away with that. But most of the time you're best off sticking with 12-hour clocks.

And then there's driving. Most of my driving in the US has been in California, and it's not quite the same here. As Maus pointed out, in Florida, they drive on both sides of the road. However, I haven't been brave enough to try that yet, and I'm sticking to the right for the time being.

Let's start with speed limits. As my instructor pointed out to me regularly, the speed limit means the maximum you can drive at. It doesn't mean you have to do that speed. And ever since I got pulled over for doing 32mph in a 30mph zone, I've always been seriously careful to stay below the speed limit. not on it. Here, though, it basically means that's the required speed. And since you don't get prosecuted until you're 5mph over the limit, the required speed is actually somewhere between 3.5mph and 4.5 mph over what it says on the sign. Drive at the speed limit, and you're likely to find yourself hauled over for driving suspiciously, holding up traffic, un-American activities, and anything else they can think of. 5mph over, and you're a dangerous lunatic who deserves to be run off the road. Since the speed limit changes every couple of hundred yards, the age of the computer-controlled car with sensors that know the current speed limit and adjust your speed accordingly cannot come fast enough.

No this isn't a local sign, but I loved the pic.

I was also fairly rapidly introduced to the concept of the "California stop". They have these STOP signs all over the place, which I've always understood to mean that you slow right down, pause, and then take your turn before proceeding. Not so in Winter Park, apparently. That's a California stop, and it's Bad. Very, Very, Bad. Here, STOP means STOP. Come to a complete halt, recite the Lord's Prayer under your breath, and then move off. Failure to stop at a stop sign is a monumental vehicular crime, the magnitude of which can only be compared to mowing down a crowd of school kids and war veterans in the midst of pledging allegiance to the flag during a Sunday church service on a site of national historical significance, and then smashing into a state memorial. Or hijacking the mayor's personal golf cart. Roll through a stop sign and it's Stop, Do Not Pass Go, Go Straight To Jail, Do Not Collect $200. Well, pay $200, or $400 if they feel like it. But you get the idea. And why do they have such odd amounts for parking fines? At the Winter Park Village, if you park in a handicapped space, the fine is $212, except in the space nearest the door of the shop, where it's $213. That makes sense. Don't park in that space, honey, it's an extra dollar if they catch you. Riiiiight.

Speaking of golf carts, though, the Winter Park police ride around in them. This is a country club city, so they fit in well. And in Orlando itself, they have bicycles. That's cool too. Up the road in Seminole Country, whoo-boy, that's a whole different story. The Sheriff's Department got a load of money from Jeb Bush a few years back, and they spent it on buying tanks. Yup, I said cops in tanks. Run a red light in Seminole, and you can have a 76mm shell up your tail-pipe and 5000 rounds of machine gun ammunition in your gas tank in under 3 seconds. (Actually, that might count as quite a big difference between here and England.)

And why, for God's sake, why is all the money the same size? It makes life so easy to sort your cash out when the notes are different sizes. I keep thinking I've got down to a small stack of dollar bills, and then I find a twenty in there. Or else I'm rifling through, hunting for the fifty I've lost in the middle of them.

Mind you, some things are considerably more complicated than they at first appear. I've just about got my head around the fact that courgettes are zucchini and aubergines are eggplants. Except, apparently, in posh restaurants where they're courgettes and aubergines. I guess it's like fancy restaurants in England where they give things French names, so you feel stupid if you don't know the foreign words. "Would Monsieur care for some pommes frites with his poulet avec fromage?" Uh, yeah, cheesy chicken & chips will do fine, thanks. Fries. Whatever. Oh, and there's a Science Center and an Arts Centre. See, it's classier in English. But they still don't understand if you ask them to hold the tom-AH-to. It's tom-AY-toes or nowt.

Still, I seem to be surviving well enough.

Seriously, though, you know what's really different? Not having goddamn CCTV cameras everywhere you go, on every street corner, every road sign, every shop, and every public building, recording your every move and keeping tracks on everywhere you go. Now that, I like. A lot.

This one's worth 1000 words

Originally uploaded by Blue Maiya
I'm going to marry this gorgeous, wonderful lady in about 48 hours. I simply don't have the words to describe how proud, happy, and excited I am, and how much I'm looking forward to spending the rest of my life with her.

Anna, I've loved you since the day we met. Thank you for being part of my life.