Piscataway Park

Today we rediscovered one of the areas hidden treasures.


The National Colonial Farm is about 9 miles outside of DC in Prince George's County and is designed to show people what life on a tobacco farm was like in the 1770's. When Tom and I were dating and living in Southern Maryland (12 years ago), we visited there a few times, primarily because it is surrounded by some gorgeous hiking trails on the Potomac which include the most picturesque views of Mount Vernon and the surrounding area.

We decided to go there when we rememered that they had farm animals and thought that the girls might enjoy seeing something a little different then the animals at the zoo or Oxon Hill Farm (and we had been to the zoo Saturday). We were very pleasently surprised and didn't even get over to most of the animal pens.

The park consists of costumed interpreters working on what would have been a middle class farm. The house, kitchen, gardens, animals, pastures and clothing are all exactly as they would have been in the pre-revolution period. They even do the chores at the same time that they would have had this been the 18th century. The entire staff, including the volunteer in the giftshop were delightful, and the kids LOVED it.

Actually, Ms. Bean really loved it. Baby Bee also had a wonderful time, primarily because she fell completely in love with one of the farm cats and got to play in dirt.

The wonderful volunteer who was cooking the "family's" lunch allowed Ms. Bean to be her special helper. They pealed turnips, picked rosemary and thyme from the garden, made their pie crusts, and cut Peaches together (Pork Chops and Peach Pie was for Super). When they were done with the seasoning, it was Ms. Beans job to take the Turnip peels and feed them to the pigs (we helped, but she did it all by herself).

The 2 room house is amazing, completely furnished as it would have been in revolutionary times, to include some antique spinning wheels (which Ms. Bean told her sister were for turning straw into gold) and straw beds.

They had a good selection of chickens, donkeys, re cows, sheep, pigs, and turkeys. This lovely lady was in a pasture behind the house and should be milking by spring .........




While picking lavender, Ms. Bean spotted this lady in her web. Check out the zig zag texture she spun! She must have wanted to make it extra special for visitors.



And a little closer (this one is for you, Patty)


All and all, a perfect outing! Go!

Citgo Gas

My friend Paul so enjoyed my e-mail to Generous Georges (which I still have received NO reply to), that he shared the following e-mail to Citgo. I think that he wanted me to repost it so that my readers would read and boycott. Secretly, I know that he is my only reader (actually I have 4, but 2 are out of the country and 1works for him and sees him everyday) but here we go anyway. If you are a reader, please think before purchasing gas at Citgo and NEVER GO TO GENEROUS GEORGES!

Good afternoon,

Again today I was reminded why I stopped using Citgo gas stations a while back.

I have a 24 gallon tank, and your pump automatically decided that I had gotten enough at 12.9 gallons. Of course, I could have opted to do another transaction and filled my tank, but guess what? I’ll use another gas station for that.

A $35 limit programmed into the pump, eh? Does anyone at Citgo know what gas prices are?

That’s one brilliant policy.

September 14, 2007

Today Baby-Bee is 2 1/2. She has become a little girl over the last 6 months. She asks questions, looks for answers, and spends as much time as possible investigating all of mother natures treasures.

Often I get frustrated with her because she becomes so absorbed with looking at, touching (and sometimes eating) all of the outdoor elements (dirt, flowers, leaves, grass, ants, etc) that she doesn't respond to our calls.

Her canned answer when I ask her what she did at school is "played with ants, and other bugs". This response is FAR different then the responses that I have come to expect from her more traditional and conservative sister.

I always need to remind myself that she is a person, and if we allow her to explore her interests, she will only grow in a positive direction. Baby Bee might become a marine biologist, or environmental activist, or forest ranger, and her present explorations are her early foundations.

We are delighted with who she is, look forward to knowing what she will become, and are privileged to have her in our lives.

Baby Bee - we adore you! Please don't grow up too fast sunshine! Mommy

My E-mail to the Generous Georges on Duke Street, Alexandria VA

Hello. I have been a customer of yours for over 17 years, to include my annual coordination of a pre-marathon pasta event at your facility in Alexandria for up to 100 people. During the course of the last couple of years I have noticed your service going down while your prices went up, but over looked it because it was a good place to take kids and convenient to our home. My lunch experience today broke the camels back, and I am frankly shocked at how horrible dining at your establishment has become.

I took today off to be with my 2 young daughters and had my husband meet us as a special treat. This rarely happens and we looked forward to it all morning.

The service (if you call it service) was beyond atrocious. Since the sign said "seat yourself" we took a seat. We did not realize that this also meant got your own silverware, locate the highchairs and booster seats (and wipe them down yourself) and then search for 10 minutes for someone to take your order. We also needed to get our own menus (and wipe them down) but couldn't find the children's menu's. Our waitress who never told us her name and wore no name tag or I would certainly pass it on) was annoyed that we didn't find our own children's menus, I'm sorry.

Our drinks came in a reasonably short timeframe, but no straws accompanied them. When we asked a gentleman for them because our waitress was ignoring us, he said that he would get them if we couldn't find our waitperson. NICE. Did I mention that the 2 of them were only serving 9 tables? Not exactly "in the weeds".

I needed to send my food back because my pasta was cold. The girls small pizza which I told her they would be splitting turned out to be a burned and uncutable mini pizza, and the waitress told me that it was my fault I misordered because you have no "small pizza" just a regular pizza which is not what I asked for. We ordered a second mini-pizza which came 20 minutes later with a lot of prodding from me. CLEARLY it was not made a priority in the kitchen. My husband did not tell me how his meatball sandwich was because I was so mad at this point he didn't want me to blow. But, it looked small.

The servers were filthy and I wont even get into the fact that the whole front of the restaurant smelled of urine, I am sure that the health department will take care of both of these issues.

We did get the check after asking for it, but, the waitress NEVER came back to get it. She had disappeared. The same gentleman that was covering her butt the whole meal finally took care of it for us because the girls were really fussy at this point and my husband desperately needed to get back to work.

Generally I would just blow this off, tell my friends NEVER to go to Generous Georges and forget the experience. However, the dismissive manner in which we were treated by our waitress was inexcusable and therefore resulted in my comments. It is a shame that a beloved neighborhood establishment can become such a horrendous dump in such a short period of time.

Lifes little frusteration - #604

Once in a while I discover a little annoyance that I need to discuss. This is one of those times. And, since this is my blog, indulge me ..............

Who the fuck invented the Juice Bag and can we kill them !!!!!!!!????????????

I for one, have NEVER been able to get the straw into those idiotic packages without covering myself with a liquid that resembles the crap that one would put in their humming bid feeder. And, I always find myself struggling with them when one of the kids is crying because they are desperately thirsty. Most recently this occurred at my nieces birthday party, but at the time I was reminded that it happens every single time!

Is it operator error, or, is this a universal problem that just isn't discussed?

Correction

Remember this entry from 4 September? Well, it is 4 days later, and Susie and Jeff's marriage has now survived THREE floods. For better or worse .............

What? No World Peace?

Ms. Bean (4) will , on occasion, say 5 wishes out loud when playing Webkinz "wishing well". These were today's:

1) I wish that I would not be afraid of Cinderella 3
2) I wish I could be a mermaid
3) I wish that my family would stay great
4) I wish I could have my own computer
5) I wish that I could read my own books

Simplicity is wonderful.

Happy Anniversary!

Happy 43rd Anniversary to Susie and Jeff.

Together, they have shared 2 weddings, 2 children, 4 grandchildren, 5 dogs, 3 cats, 9 moves, and, 11 vehicles (including a VW Micro bus!).

Additionally, there were 3 floods, a "paint malfunction", and too many broken furnaces, hot water heaters and appliances to count.

Regardless, right now they are sharing lunch together, enjoying retirement together, and running off to Europe next week, "just because they can". How cool is that!?

Happy Labor Day!

Well ............. this is the official last day of summer, pools, and the distant sound of children's voices laughing in the evening air. Soon we will be fully engrossed in Halloween costumes, Thanksgiving Pageants and, of course, a visit from "THE BIG ONE"! What a difference a few weeks makes!

The girls slept in this morning (well, Ms. Bean did, Baby-Bee was up at 0700) and Tom is making breakfast before our last trip to the pool. I am anxious to go downstairs and join them.

I guess that since it it Labor Day, we should take a few seconds to thank those in the service industry who make our lives easier and more enjoyable. This includes those in our local food industry who contribute to making living in Old Town so fabulous! My good friend Don forward this article from Sundays New York Times which highlights just a few of our culinary treasures. Recommend a at least 2 local reservations between now and new years in our fine city, and, enjoy!

A Town Takes Its Place at the Culinary Table
By SUNSHINE FLINT
ALEXANDRIA, VA., is only 10 minutes by car from downtown Washington, but the two restaurant scenes once felt decades apart. On one side of the Potomac River, you had nouvelle American bistros and fancy steakhouses packed with Washington insiders and their hefty expense accounts. On the other, there were Applebee's and stodgy French dining rooms seemingly preserved in amber.
But the past is catching up. In recent years, young chefs and ambitious restaurateurs from Washington have crossed the Potomac and planted their knives in the Old Town section, where the Federal-style row houses date to when George Washington rode up from nearby Mount Vernon to talk of cutting ties with Britain. Drawn by the area's new professional class, lower rents and a blank culinary canvas, fashionable new spots are serving dishes like oysters with beer jellies and sourdough flan with fresh sardines — offerings that were unthinkable not long ago.
Among the first to dip his culinary toes across the Potomac was Cathal Armstrong. The former chef at Bistro Bis, a Capitol Hill favorite among the powerbroker set, he left in 2004 to open Restaurant Eve (110 South Pitt Street, 703-706-0450, www.restauranteve.com), a casually elegant, sunlit bistro on a red-brick paved street in the heart of Old Town. “People said we were crazy,” Mr. Amstrong said, in his light Irish brogue. “The sentiment was ‘we're not going to cross the moat.' ”
The foodies, it turned out, were already there. Former rail yards were being developed for town houses and attracting people who knew the difference between gnocchi and gnudi. On any given night, Eve's dining rooms are packed with young commuter couples and members of the local horse-country set, who tuck into French-style dishes like pork belly confit with fava beans and oregano ($28), and stuffed rabbit with chanterelles and garden peas ($31).
As word spread, Mr. Armstrong responded by opening more restaurants: Eamonn's A Dublin Chipper (728 King Street, 703-299-8384; www.eamonnsdublinchipper.com), a fish-and-chips place with a popular cocktail bar, PX; and the Majestic (911 King Street, 703-837-9117; www.majesticcafe.com), a 1932 diner that now serves comfort dishes like fried green tomatoes — locally grown, of course — and seafood risotto with squid, shrimp, mussels and salmon ($14.50).
Other chefs soon followed and turned King Street, the main street in Old Town, into a gas-lamp restaurant row. Some were drawn to Alexandria's more intimate dining rooms, where fewer seats and a bigger kitchen are the norm.
Anthony Chittum left Notti Bianche, a bustling Italian restaurant in the Foggy Bottom district of Washington, to take the helm at Vermilion (1120 King Street, 703-684-9669; www.vermilionrestaurant.com). In an old town house with exposed brick walls and flickering gas lamps that mimic those on the sidewalks, Vermilion has a relaxed, unpretentious vibe. The menu features new American cuisine like corn chowder with jalapeños and fried Nomini Creek oysters ($9) and sautéed diver scallops with pesto and pickled red onions ($16).
The small-town pace also allows chefs to spread their creative wings. “I could do exactly what I want,” said Morou Ouattara, an “Iron Chef” contestant who ran the kitchen at Signatures, a lavish restaurant in the Penn Quarter section of Washington that was owned by the lobbyist Jack Abramoff.
After Signatures closed, instead of working for another Washington restaurateur, Mr. Ouattara opened his own establishment in Old Town. Farrah Olivia (600 Franklin Street, 703-778-2233; www.farraholiviarestaurant.com) is decorated in chocolate browns and giraffe-like patterns that recall the owner's Ivory Coast upbringing. It serves American cuisine with French, African and Japanese touches and molecular gastronomy techniques. Dishes include escolar (a mackerel-like fish) that is pan-seared then shocked in an ice-cold marinade and served with pickled watermelon rind ($12). Anise-flavored gnudi (poached ravioli stuffing without the pasta) is topped with a Parmesan foam ($18).
Among the newest arrivals is Frank Morales, the former chef at Zola, the power restaurant in Penn Quarter where he garnered rave reviews. Attracted by Old Town's up-and-coming restaurant scene, Mr. Morales jumped ship early this year and joined Rustico (827 Slaters Lane, 703-224-5051; www.rusticorestaurant.com), an upscale pub that serves modern American cuisine and 310 varieties of beer and ale.
In addition to novelty creations like hop brittle and beer salt, Mr. Morales offers “trios” that include three dishes with a flight of beer, priced separately. The $17 duck trio, for example, matches a foie gras spring roll with a Belgian lambic beer, St. Louis Framboise, and a moist duck confit with Gouden Carolus Grand Cru, a Belgian ale brewed to commemorate the birthday of the Holy Roman Emperor Charles V (Feb. 24).
Hotels have joined in Alexandria's culinary ascent. Kimpton Hotels, for example, is turning a former Holiday Inn on King Street into Hotel Monaco. Set to open this fall, the hotel's restaurant, Jackson 20, will be run by the Houston chef Jeff Armstrong, known for his modern Southern cuisine.
Other high-end restaurants are on their way. This month, Jamie Leeds, who owns the ever-crowded Hank's Oyster Bar in Washington, will bring her popular lobster rolls and raw seafood bar to Old Town (1026 King Street, www.hanksrestaurants.com). Cathal Armstrong is looking to open a bakery and charcuterie.
And Mr. Ouattara, who named his first restaurant after his daughter, has another daughter, Kora. “She's only 16 months old, but I have to do something,” he said. “I have to open another restaurant for her.”

Were did the Babies go ?????

Today we took down baby-bee's crib and moved her into Ms. Beans bed. Ms. Bean gave up the toddler bed and moved into the big girl bed. Tom washed and folded up the crib sheets and mattress pad. I know that it was time, evidenced by the fact that baby-bee has already found her way out of her new bed to complain about her scratchy blanket (it took her sister 5-days to figure out that she was mobile when not sleeping in a crib).

The girls are laying in bed discussing the events of the day, and tomorrows trip to the farm. I am tearing up and hiding from the girls ............. not wanting them to know that I am having trouble with their latest milestone. Does watching them grow ever get any easier?