sharkB8HooHaHa
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Our afternoon was filled with all of the must dos of the first day at Magic Kingdom. Little Bite 3 can finally bash his head into the 40 inch bar, so we were flip-flopping between Splash and the wildest ride in the wiiiiiiilerness! Id get soaked on Splash Mountain, then head over to BTMR to dry off. Back to get drenched. BTMR. And so it went. Until we decided to ride Pirates.
We were fortunate enough to take advantage of a soft opening of pirates over 4th of July weekend, so we were familiar with the updated ride. Its good. But not worth riding if you are forcing your children to ride something so that you can take pictures of a fake Johnny Depp, as was the woman in line behind us. Some people make me realize that I am not the wicked witch of the west, and she was one of them.
I could not possibly be the wicked witch of the west, because SHE was outside the ride. See, while we had done Pirates before, we had yet to enjoy the pirate tutorial. It was something I really wanted to see, and I thought little bites 1, 2 and 3 would have a blast. And seeing as how I came into the park (through the left) without grabbing a time schedule, I had no idea when we might partake in a parley.
There were 3 CMs lined up outside the ride. To this day I dont know why they were there. There was no line to manage, and they certainly were not interested in being helpful. BUT, I approached the one on the end who was not engaged in conversation and asked, as I am prone to doing, about the pirate swash-buckling thing. I can only assume that it was my lack of proper Disney nomenclature that prompted the look on the CMs face. If dead-pan had blonde hair, it would have been in front of me. She grunted. I kid you not. I had asked if she knew what I was talking about, and she grunted.
The thing were the kids learn how to be a pirate? I asked with residual Main Street happiness.
Yeah, she said. At least I got more than a grunt.
Could you tell me when they do it?
Yeah, she said with a snap of her gum. This was no ordinary yeah followed by the requested information. This was smart mouth yeah, I COULD tell you, but I wont, because I have power and you are merely on vacation and you want something and I can keep it from you and tourists come here thinking they own the joint and some of them dont wear enough deodorant and why didnt you get the times guide on your way in you stupid old lady! I saw it in her face. She hated me. She hated her job. She hated her pirate ensemble.
DH persisted with a kindness I must have left on the bus. She caved. But only after I looked at her co-workers and said (with the snide tongue of a seventh grade girl) She is SO helpful! I know, not a shining moment for me.
We learned that the Pirate TUTORIAL is at twenty past almost every hour. We also learned the hour we were approaching was not one of the almost, so we pressed on with our day, vowing to come back another day and look for the wicked witch (oh, and be tutored in the ways of pirates.)
We had dinner reservations at Spoodles. DH is a big fan of Spoodles and an even bigger fan when we are on the dining plan. We took the bus over to the Boardwalk and found it was taking longer than we had planned. We were pushing the ten minute window as we pulled up to the resort. I had some concerns about just how crowded the restaurants were going to be as a result of the free dining, and my lack of sleep was starting to make me a little crabby at the idea of having to beg for a table. I asked DH to high-tail it to tell them we were, in fact, there and ready to eat, and I dealt with bites 2 and 3 and the stroller. Little Bite 1 was told to stay and help his mother, but I think he heard Why dont you weigh your options and decide which parent you want to go with because the next thing I know, hes off and running to catch up to DH. I think (at least Id LIKE to think) that he didnt really hear anything, and panicked, as he is likely to do, and took off for fear he was going to get left behind or forced to ride the bus all night. He has little faith in his parents.
Just as DH was walking out to wait with his light up beeper, I panted up to the door. I think I said hey and we were blinking and buzzing. Time to be seated.
Dinner was good. Dinner there is always good. DH loves the seafood stew and I got the lemon chicken. But what I was waiting for was dessert. Okay, it sounds SO gross on the page, but the chocolate/apricot/pistachio cake is FANTASTIC! Last year when we were on the dining plan, I looked over the dessert menu with much hesitation. I am a dessert person. I could easily have a salad, skip the meal completely and make up the calories in dessert (plus some!) Im not a dessert snob. Ice cream is just as tasty as cheesecake, brownies will work as well as soufflé. Its all at the top of the food pyramid, and there for good reason. So when we were at Spoodles last year and I was looking for chocolate, this cake was my only option. But the apricot/pistachio thing made me a little nervous. It came with raspberry sherbet, so I figured if the cake was yuck, I could peal off the chocolate frosting and eat the raspberries. I was determined to make it work. But in the end, there was no need.
The cake is chocolate, and dense and wonderful. Its like a brownie without the crusty top. It is topped with a thin layer of apricot thicker than a puree but not sticky like preserves. It offers just the tiniest hint of apricot, which is just the right amount. Poured on the top of the three by three inch square cake is the most luscious chocolate frosting not even frosting but a ganache of sorts. It is rich and thick and scrumptious. The pistachios are incognito, but their flavor is there. It is by far one of the best desserts I have ever had. YUM!
We were happy. Our bellies were full. We had welcomed dinner as a chance to reflect on our day and plan for the days ahead. We broke bread, nearly broke a plate or two, and were ready for Saturday, and all it had to offer.
We were fortunate enough to take advantage of a soft opening of pirates over 4th of July weekend, so we were familiar with the updated ride. Its good. But not worth riding if you are forcing your children to ride something so that you can take pictures of a fake Johnny Depp, as was the woman in line behind us. Some people make me realize that I am not the wicked witch of the west, and she was one of them.
I could not possibly be the wicked witch of the west, because SHE was outside the ride. See, while we had done Pirates before, we had yet to enjoy the pirate tutorial. It was something I really wanted to see, and I thought little bites 1, 2 and 3 would have a blast. And seeing as how I came into the park (through the left) without grabbing a time schedule, I had no idea when we might partake in a parley.
There were 3 CMs lined up outside the ride. To this day I dont know why they were there. There was no line to manage, and they certainly were not interested in being helpful. BUT, I approached the one on the end who was not engaged in conversation and asked, as I am prone to doing, about the pirate swash-buckling thing. I can only assume that it was my lack of proper Disney nomenclature that prompted the look on the CMs face. If dead-pan had blonde hair, it would have been in front of me. She grunted. I kid you not. I had asked if she knew what I was talking about, and she grunted.
The thing were the kids learn how to be a pirate? I asked with residual Main Street happiness.
Yeah, she said. At least I got more than a grunt.
Could you tell me when they do it?
Yeah, she said with a snap of her gum. This was no ordinary yeah followed by the requested information. This was smart mouth yeah, I COULD tell you, but I wont, because I have power and you are merely on vacation and you want something and I can keep it from you and tourists come here thinking they own the joint and some of them dont wear enough deodorant and why didnt you get the times guide on your way in you stupid old lady! I saw it in her face. She hated me. She hated her job. She hated her pirate ensemble.
DH persisted with a kindness I must have left on the bus. She caved. But only after I looked at her co-workers and said (with the snide tongue of a seventh grade girl) She is SO helpful! I know, not a shining moment for me.
We learned that the Pirate TUTORIAL is at twenty past almost every hour. We also learned the hour we were approaching was not one of the almost, so we pressed on with our day, vowing to come back another day and look for the wicked witch (oh, and be tutored in the ways of pirates.)
We had dinner reservations at Spoodles. DH is a big fan of Spoodles and an even bigger fan when we are on the dining plan. We took the bus over to the Boardwalk and found it was taking longer than we had planned. We were pushing the ten minute window as we pulled up to the resort. I had some concerns about just how crowded the restaurants were going to be as a result of the free dining, and my lack of sleep was starting to make me a little crabby at the idea of having to beg for a table. I asked DH to high-tail it to tell them we were, in fact, there and ready to eat, and I dealt with bites 2 and 3 and the stroller. Little Bite 1 was told to stay and help his mother, but I think he heard Why dont you weigh your options and decide which parent you want to go with because the next thing I know, hes off and running to catch up to DH. I think (at least Id LIKE to think) that he didnt really hear anything, and panicked, as he is likely to do, and took off for fear he was going to get left behind or forced to ride the bus all night. He has little faith in his parents.
Just as DH was walking out to wait with his light up beeper, I panted up to the door. I think I said hey and we were blinking and buzzing. Time to be seated.
Dinner was good. Dinner there is always good. DH loves the seafood stew and I got the lemon chicken. But what I was waiting for was dessert. Okay, it sounds SO gross on the page, but the chocolate/apricot/pistachio cake is FANTASTIC! Last year when we were on the dining plan, I looked over the dessert menu with much hesitation. I am a dessert person. I could easily have a salad, skip the meal completely and make up the calories in dessert (plus some!) Im not a dessert snob. Ice cream is just as tasty as cheesecake, brownies will work as well as soufflé. Its all at the top of the food pyramid, and there for good reason. So when we were at Spoodles last year and I was looking for chocolate, this cake was my only option. But the apricot/pistachio thing made me a little nervous. It came with raspberry sherbet, so I figured if the cake was yuck, I could peal off the chocolate frosting and eat the raspberries. I was determined to make it work. But in the end, there was no need.
The cake is chocolate, and dense and wonderful. Its like a brownie without the crusty top. It is topped with a thin layer of apricot thicker than a puree but not sticky like preserves. It offers just the tiniest hint of apricot, which is just the right amount. Poured on the top of the three by three inch square cake is the most luscious chocolate frosting not even frosting but a ganache of sorts. It is rich and thick and scrumptious. The pistachios are incognito, but their flavor is there. It is by far one of the best desserts I have ever had. YUM!
We were happy. Our bellies were full. We had welcomed dinner as a chance to reflect on our day and plan for the days ahead. We broke bread, nearly broke a plate or two, and were ready for Saturday, and all it had to offer.