Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 163

General Hospital

So it was nail salon day this week, which means I got to indulge in USA TV for a whole hour.

And, lo, what nonsense is this….? It’s General Hospital! A new, enthralling, bizarre and unknown territory for me.

Aren't they all gorgeous?!

Aren’t they all gorgeous?!

Between the cardboard sets, wide-eyed and overly dramatic acting the plot unravels to me. Generally, it has nothing to do with a hospital, but everyone is involved in some sort of jiggery-pokery with someone else, there are murders and double crossings, and people are called Spanky and Dante, just like in real life.

Go on, check it out. You know you want to…. 😉

Is it possible that people watch this religiously? I think so. I found myself checking out the what the back story to Spanky was, just so I had the full picture. Sigh.

Weather in Maryland

Right now, to be honest, the weather sucks. Where is this endless sunshine? Grumpy of the UK, I am.

My parents Skyped me yesterday and I think I saw a little amusement behind their eyes (could have just been a bad Skype connection) when they informed me that they had checked out our weather forecast and that it ‘really wasn’t looking that great.’ Hmmmm!

Tomorrow is the 4th of July. It’s got to be sunny for the parade, hasn’t it…? I checked. Yes – 88 degrees and sunny! Hallelujah!

Ahhh, sunshine!

Ahhh, sunshine!

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 162

I had crabs!

And a Maryland tradition is finally complete – I had crabs!

And I whacked with them with a mallet (they were dead), I did the ‘roll back’, and I pulled the meat from the legs – yeah! And mighty fine it was too. Naturally, Old Bay Spice was part of the experience. It seems to be the spice of choice for both crab and chicken wings!

Beer and crabs (no wonder I've put on 10lbs since I've been in the USA!)

Beer and crabs (no wonder I’ve put on 10lbs since I’ve been in the USA!)

I love that Americans are so keen to share their traditions with us……

‘Not had crabs before?! Let’s get some then!’ And off they went to get some, so we could share the crab love.

The deed is now done – my Maryland crab virginity is well and truly taken 🙂

The mystery of the mailbox flag

UK peeps: did you know that if you have one of these mailboxes and you put your flag up on your mailbox and put mail in it, then the postman will collect your mail.

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An expat Brit who has lived here for thirteen years told me this today (and I love that she admitted she had only found this out last year!).

Amazing! 😉

To clarify: you don’t have to go to the post office! If you want to send items by mail you just place the item into your mail box and raise the little red flag on it to signal the mail delivery-person that you have items in your box and he/she will pick it up. I always wondered about those little flags.

Please collect the mail, Mr Mailman

Please collect the mail, Mr Mailman

Sadly, I don’t have one of those mailboxes, so I will never experience such joy.

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 161

American Fairs

Fairs in the USA are totally made of awesomeness, and as Americana as they come.

Yesterday ’twas Clarksville Fair, and a great big slice of American pie it was too.

A slice of American pie

A slice of American pie

Fried chicken, people told me – ya gotta have the fried chicken! Sadly, I did not get round to having the fried chicken 😦

I also missed out on the succotash – this one I have to try too!

Yum diddly yum!

Yum diddly yum!

And there was this!

There was Bingo, people! I thought this was just a UK phenomenon, but no!

There was Bingo, people! I thought this was just a UK phenomenon, but no!

But best of all, there was this – some good ole country music!

Shootings

Sigh. Enough already 😦

The residents are making a stand against the recent spat of shoootings.

The weather

It’s being a bit predictable / unpredicatable. The days and nights go like this: warm and sunny and sooo hot, and then just mad thunderstorms.

That is all I have to say about that.

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 160

I heart Annapolis!

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I LOVE ANNAPOLIS! It’s just lushly (that is a new word combo), and today I got to see more than just the town and a few massive houses over the bridge – I saw quiet, gentle Annapolis with cottages and lanes not dissimilar to the UK (I commented that I could be in a Kent country garden), lakes, parks and wineries. Fabulous.

Why was I there? I went to meet an Australian lady, Jane, and her kids. Jane had chanced upon my blog whilst living in Australia and planning her family’s move to Columbia. We’ve been conversing via the interweb, as I like to call it, and she’s been following my blog and commentary about living in Howard County, and today we hooked up for real.

Jane moved here a few weeks ago and she has many, many questions about being an expat in this area – I remember that feeling so well. The things that make you crazy and frustrated, the oddities of being a newbie and the perplexingly different ways of doing stuff – especially in the good ole USofA 🙂

So, here’s to pretty Annapolis….

A beautiful lake

A beautiful lake

Boating paradise

Boating paradise

It was sunny then, I swear!

It was sunny then, I swear!

I also heart crabs!

I love shellfish, which is super lucky since, as everyone loves to tell me, Maryland is THE place for crabs.

We rocked up at Mike’s Crab House with the full intention of getting our own crabs and de-shelling and wotnot, but bleedin’ Nora, do me a favour with the price guvnor!

So, we settled for crab cakes instead.

Mike's Crab place on the water (naturally)

Mike’s Crab place on the water (naturally)

Excellent views

Excellent views

So, I still have to fulfil my crab fetish (yes, I agree, that does sound weird), but there are sure to be plenty more opportunities. Blue crab, I am told, is the baby to aim for – apparently it is considered one of the sweetest meats there is. I’m game!

I realise this will offend my vegetarian friends, but.....boil it up and add some garlic please ;)

I realise this will offend my vegetarian friends, but…..boil it up and add some garlic please 😉

As we left Mike’s various images on the wall caught my attention. Not of crabs, but of the stars and stripes. The flag is ever-present I feel, with such sentiments as those below echoed time and again….

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 159

Cheesecake food porn

Cheesecake in the USA is not cheesecake as we know it in the UK.

This is American cheesecake, from the Cheesecake Factory (this place tops the list for calorie content and basic ‘food porn’):

An extreme piece of cheesecake

An extreme piece of cheesecake

This is the OREO® Dream Extreme Cheesecake and it is described thus: OREO® Cookies baked in our creamy Cheesecake with layers of fudge cake and OREO® Cookie mousse. Topped with a milk chocolate icing. (25¢ from the sale of each slice will be donated to Feeding America, the nation’s leading domestic hunger relief charity.) That’s good to know.

Want to know the calorie content of this little baby? There are 1370 calories in a 1 slice serving of Cheesecake Factory OREO Dream Extreme Cheesecake. Holy Moly!

How about that for a little extra padding round yer hips? 😉

Nice cup of tea in the USA

In direct contrast to the Cheesecake Factory, five American friends and I partook in afternoon tea in Columbia’s hidden gem, the beautiful Oakland Mills Manor. Built in 1811, the then Speaker of Maryland’s House of Delegates, Charles Sterrett Ridgely, constructed Oakland as a country home to supplement his town home in Baltimore.

What a glorious place!

What a glorious place!

A sweeping staircase!

A sweeping staircase!

And super charming it is too, with very lovely staff! If you haven’t been, people of Columbia, I urge you to go and see it!

I like a bit of afternoon tea, being a Brit and all that. How was this going to match the rather marvellous afternoon tea that me and my Brit gals had partaken in at the Montpellier Chapter (a stunning Regency building) just a week prior to my departure from England’s fair shores?

Not bad, America! In fact, super jolly scrumptious, if I may say so!

With green tea and raspberry tea FROM TEAPOTS (sorry, mum, no Earl Grey!) and a three-tiered platter of home-baked goodies, including SCONES with jam and cream, it was a triumph!

Our table for six

Our table for six

On the menu...

On the menu…

Super dooper!

Super dooper!

More tea vicar?

More tea vicar?

Joyous platter!

What a spread!

Yep, we pretty much ate it all!

Yep, we pretty much ate it all!

And for your delight….!

Americans aren’t dumb (stupid)

I agree with AA Gill in some of his recent rambling about Americans. They often get a hard time. From a touch of British snobbery or in the claws European culture vultures, Americans and America are often ripe for having swipes taken at them. Is this really fair, is it in some way deserved, or is it just tantamount to bullying and stereotyping?

Make your own mind up. Take a look at the article, and then some of the comments….it’s a fascinating debate.

State differences

I’ve said before that I don’t understand why there are so many different bloomin’ rules and laws for different states and that it all seems soooo complicated.

But now I get it. An American friend said to me that she likes to go out of Maryland to Vegas or New Orleans because the laws are more relaxed (she was referring to drinking mainly!).

Party central in New Orleans!

Party central in New Orleans!

So, when you go ‘out of state’ (I hear this a lot, like ‘out of town’ – phrases we don’t use in the UK), it’s a bit like going to another country because the states really are so, so different in law, personality and culture. So now I get it.

Walmart Wars

Today at afternoon I was in the middle of Walmart wars. And confuddled I was. Cheap and cheerful, I hear it is. Much like Tesco superstores, you can pick up anything and everything.

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I have not yet been, I declared.

Not been to Walmart?! cried my American chums.

No, said I.

Then I got this from one side of the table: You have to go, you must! Put Walmart on your bucket list!

And this from the other: You are missing nothing. Don’t even go within a two-mile radius.

Walmart…..shall I or shan’t I?!

And it’s because of this photo, which I found whilst searching for Walmart imagery, I now feel truly compelled to go.

Oh my!

Oh my!

It appears that Walmart is [literally] the butt/bottom of quite a lot of jokes in the USA, which means I definitely have to go and check it, and the people who shop there, out myself!

🙂

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 158

The pools

This week we are mostly at the pools. It is very much like being on our holibobs, except there is no cocktail bar. This is sad.

I do wonder if any of the Howard County ‘moms’ secretly place wine/vodka/beer in those drinks receptacles to while away a few hours watching the kids splash endlessly about. I see no evidence of this as not one of those moms dive bombs in the pool, streaks across the diving board or attempts a nudey handstand around 5pm. They are totally sober, I guarantee it.

And of course, why would they want to break the rules? The rules are the rules, are they not? 😉

No naked handstands in this pool :)

No naked handstands in this pool 🙂

4th July

And lo, the 4th of July / Independence Day is nearly upon us. What does this mean for us, the Brits, out here?

A British friend of mine, who has lived out here for 17 years, and who wishes to remain anonymous (!), had this to say about being a Brit in the USA:

“I love most things about this country – I wouldn’t have stayed out here for as long as I have if I didn’t – and our lifestyle is great, but when it turns to 4th July I always feel a bit awkward, like we’ve returned to the days of the Empire.

“Americans generally like the British, but when my neighbours are celebrating their independence from us, I tend to wonder what it’s really all about. We have a wonderful relationship with them, but it feels a bit like we are intruding and we feel like we should stay indoors for most of the day, although to be fair the celebrations are so fantastic, we really want to be part of them.

“It’s an interesting dichotomy being a Brit on 4th July.”

I am looking forward to the celebrations very much – fireworks, parades and another excuse to eat, drink and socialise with my American chums. Marvellous stuff, as we Brits say! I’ll be outside celebrating too!

Hoorah for 4th July shenanigans!

Hoorah for 4th July shenanigans!

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 157

The Twinkies are back in town!

These babies are back on the shelves in USA-land! People across the land are rejoicing at their second coming!

I’ve not yet got my lips around a Twinkie (that’s what she said/as the actress said to the bishop 🙂 ), but I feel this is a necessary bucket list thing to do whilst I am here.

So, what’s the fuss all about?

One online paper reported: “According to the countdown clock, at 2 p.m. ET Monday we were just 490 hours away from fresh Twinkies.”

And the Los Angeles Times stated it’s “time to welcome back the Twinkie. … Hostess is bringing back its popular snack cakes on July 15 after going bankrupt last year and selling its brands to various bidders.”

I tell you, people out there are gagging for a Twinkie!

Get yer chops round one of those babies

Get yer chops round one of those babies

All it really is seems to be is this: “Golden Sponge Cake with Creamy Filling” (and I bet it has high fructose corn syrup in).

I may mock the Twinkie, but it appears to be truly loved and the much-missed Dennis J. Lane wrote of his affection for Twinkies, which he received as a birthday gift from his sister, Pat, every year since 1995.

That is a lovely gesture. But I draw the line at deep-fried Twinkies:

A deep-fried Twinkie involves freezing the cake, dipping it into batter…..

In a story in The New York Times, speaking of the Deep Fried Twinkie with its inventor, Christopher Sell, who is originally from Rugby, England, it was described in this way: “Something magical occurs when the pastry hits the hot oil. The creamy white vegetable shortening filling liquefies, impregnating the sponge cake with its luscious vanilla flavor… The cake itself softens and warms, nearly melting, contrasting with the crisp, deep-fried crust in a buttery and suave way. The pièce de résistance, however, is a ruby-hued berry sauce, adding a tart sophistication to all that airy sugary goodness”.

The Texas State Fair introduced the fried Twinkie to great popular acclaim, and the notion spread to other state fairs across the USA.

And that is the true story of the Twinkie 😉

Texas State Fair....you have a lot to answer for!

Texas State Fair….you have a lot to answer for!

Shootings

This makes me sad. Twenty shootings. In one weekend. Too sad. The local news calls this ‘a staggering tally of violence across the city this weekend.’ New reports say that two more men were shot this very night.

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 156

Wimbledon

Today Wimbldeon starts in the UK! How I love Wimbledon and its Britishness and over-priced strawberries and champagne and long queues and green-ness and stiff upper lip when we want someone to win/try not to get emotional if they don’t.

In the UK I would watch it or listen to it at any opportunity. It’s a marvellous, special thing. Since I am five hours behind the UK time I will now be able to watch the Men’s Final (let’s face it, it’s always more interesting than the women’s final) in the morning here and not miss a spot of afternoon sun……

OMG – will they ACTUALLY show it on USA TV? I bloody well hope so! After all, this is a refined UK sport with no whooping (okay, the odd Mexican wave and sing song if Cliff Richard is in the audience, and it’s raining, because they need to cheer everyone up and not show the Connors/ McEnroe match for the 18th time to fill TV time), there is no confetti and extreme signage (there is the occasional nice girl from Chelsea who dons a t-shirt with ‘Oh, I do like you a bit, Andy’ written on it in felt-tip) and people sit down a lot (you can’t move during play for fear of having finger wagged at you by the Tennis Police).

I bloomin’ hope they show it on USA TV. Or I will have to resort to the internet radio thingy. I’m in a bit of a panic now…no Wimbledon?!!! Noooooooo!

I've been here and it is beautifully British

I’ve been here and it is beautifully British

I really need to sit down in my British way with a nice cup of tea and a biscuit and listen to Andy Murray win the final in two weeks’ time…..

Parking directions excellence

Noted: at American events parking is easy, directions are excellent and we applaud it wholeheartedly.

Even prisoners get their own signage to ensue parking excellence

Even prisoners get their own signage to ensure parking excellence

Expat blog spot

Check out a little guest post by me and other bloggers discussing the good, the bad and the ugly about being an expat hosted by A Mum in London blog.

Miss these UK gals!

Miss these UK gals!

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 155

The Harlem Globetrotters

Before I begin on our Harlem Globetrotters experience, let me begin by saying:

a) I know this isn’t ‘proper’ basketball, but it is mighty fun.
b) The HGs were known to us in the UK for appearances on UK TV shows in the 1980s (dare I say Jim’ll Fix It??? and Blue Peter). Obviously those HGs are no longer in the business of showcasing their amazing talents, but these guys rocked it.
c) It was very ‘American’ – in an ‘awesome’ way.

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So, the venue was Tiger’s Arena at Towson University. The HGs put on a spectacle, and there is fine basketball in between the songs and the banter and the clowning around (at times it felt almost circus-like).

We had front row seats – woohoo! So we got to see them up close and personal, but I got to see them even more up close and personal than I could have imagined.

As one guy came along to high five us all, he spotted my bag and took off with it on court, and then, of course, I was dragged on court. Husband hangs head in shame; Harry jumps for joy. I am in panic, but mumbled through!

‘I’m from the UK,’ I bleated at him (as if this was a good get-out clause in case I really messed up). ‘Well, hi, I’m from the USA,’ he retorted and the crowd roared.

Poor little British girl all alone on court….and this happens.

Hurrah for the Globetrotters – they rocked our night! My husband had his time on court and Harry got to do the YMCA (practically) and kicked his over-priced basketball instead of dribbling it.

All-American experience check list:
*Hot dog (with relish) – check
*Popcorn (coated in butter) – check
*Disgusting pretzel – check (I just don’t get pretzels – they are, to me, just revolting tasting bread and don’t even taste good when dipped in crab stuff, which I love)
*Soda – check
*Loud music and confetti and shiny things and bright lights – check
*Clapping along – check
*High fiving and whooping – check
*Watching a very talented group of performers – check

Loved it!

Swim meet

My British friend is currently experiencing something that I have not yet experienced. Swim meets. All-American, not-at-all British swim meets (that take over your life, me thinks!)

This is how she tells it [brilliantly]:

“Honey, I been here at the pool since 7.30AM…I have so become a swim ‘mom’ 🙂
You will find me asleep on a sun lounger!
You’re going to have to come to our next home swim meet and blog about it……it is amazing and everything I admire about America.
When we arrived we had to park way down the road as naturally some early bird Americans been here since 7am (we skip warm ups!).

OMG – it’s like a carnival here! Hundreds of kids, posters, the good ole American anthem (sung by one of the older swimmers almost brought a tear to my eye!)… In baking heat already at 8am.
Each team on either side of the pool singing and screaming their team chants at one another…and then the swim starts… Everyone gets to swim- huge focus on all inclusivity.

The organisation behind it is phenomenal! Naturally this embraces the epitome of American volunteering. I see moms and dads from the school doing registration, race line up, race timing, recording race results, manning the refreshment stand…. Of course, I’m being typically British, not volunteering, just sat here cheering and sunbathing and watching in total awe and admiration at this well oiled machine going on around me.

It’s like a school fete on steroids and the atmosphere is infectious – God Bless America!

….now excuse me, I’m embracing Americana here and off to get me a Krispy Kreme donut for my breakfast.”

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This is my idea of pool heaven.....

This is my idea of pool heaven…..

Another British blog about the USA

My other British friend has been writing a blog about her experiences in the USA. They are very different from mine, but absolutely worth reading. You’ll see why….

Getting about a bit

Yesterday I just wanted to see stuff. The weather was warm and inviting, and I wanted to check out stuff I’d not seen properly before, but had passed by a lot. This is important, I think – to take in the history and appreciate it.

Sykesville I went to, and bits of old Ellicott City that I had not yet perused. And bloody lovely it all was!

Historical and hilly, I thought. A smidge of the old style USA. Excellent.

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Desperate English Housewife in Washington, chapter 154

Columbia is 46!

The town in which I live is 46 years young. I say ‘years young’ because it is young in comparison to the towns in the UK (apart from Milton Keynes probably) that I have lived in before.

Columbia was built as a planned community and consists of ten self-contained ‘villages’ (these aren’t villages as we know them in the UK). It began with the idea that a city could enhance its residents’ quality of life. Creator and developer James W. Rouse saw the new community in terms of human values, rather than merely economics and engineering. Opened in 1967, Columbia was intended to not only eliminate the inconveniences of then-current subdivision design, but also eliminate racial, religious, and class segregation.

Columbia, Maryland

Columbia, Maryland

So many people who live in Columbia are proud of it, and rightly so. My hope is that the Downtown developments make it an even buzzier place that is defined by culture, arts and community. As I stated in my magazine article, I love living here because it is extremely family-orientated, but there are things I miss from the UK (need I mention WALKING anywhere!!). That aside, Columbia continues to offer a great way of life in the USA and I am chuffed to be part of the community – happy 46th birthday!

Female president?

A comment from my friend who runs the Smitten by Britain blog struck me today. It was this….’It’s 2013. I can’t believe we still have to ask the question “Are we ready for a female president?” What is wrong with people?’

In the UK we had a woman Prime Minister 30 years ago, and whatever your opinion of Maggie, she was a woman done good! Is this really an issue for the USA in this day and age?

Her comment received this response: ‘Come on… this is America where the bar keeps going lower each day and it is celebrated for doing so… do you have to really ask that question? Look at regular TV programming and consider the lowest common denominator that it is panders to and there is your answer. We (collectively) suck as a society… A female president… yeah maybe if it is Honey Boo Boo. (I think we are ready though… a leader is a leader regardless of gender.)’

Gawd help us – Honey Boo Boo is all that is bad about American TV! Don’t get me started on that!

Please go to school and get off the TV

Please go to school and get off the TV

Food issues in the USA

Food in America….a whole blog could be written about this.

There are so many additives and preservatives in stuff that even milk can keep for months in your fridge and some cereal is dripping in artificial food dye that could potentially blow your head off.

In the USA there are foods that are eaten which contain ingredients that are actually banned in other countries. Why are they letting this happen? It sucks, and it sure ain’t right!

And, of course, there’s the age-old corn syrup debate…!

Baseball and basketball

I am totally excited to be going to my first basketball and baseball games in the next week.

I just don’t remember being that enthralled by my first (and last) football/soccer game back in the UK. Firstly, it was cold and grey and we had to stand in mud. There was no hot Bovril, as promised. There were no goals, so nothing to cheer for. The mascot looked like a mole when it was actually a robin (I called it Rodney the Mole, when in fact it is called Whaddney the Robin). The whole experience was dismal. The only exciting bit during the cold, damp afternoon was a mini-fight between the rival teams.

I swear it looked like a mole!

I swear it looked like a mole!

I am totally up for a hot dog, KissCam, Mexican waves and all the shenanigans that goes on at the basketball and baseball games – yeehah!

I'm going to Camden Yards to see the Orioles at last! Hoorah!

I’m going to Camden Yards to see the Orioles at last! Hoorah!

Do I really like Corn Dogs?

A few people have asked me this since seeing the magazine with me holding one (let me tell you, it was quite hard during that photo shoot not to make it look all a bit phallic!).

The answer is categorically no, I do not like Corn Dogs! They gross me out now (especially since I know what’s in them!!)

I did not actually nibble that

I did not actually nibble that

Undertaking and overtaking – a song by me 🙂

I have written a song about my biggest USA bug-bear. It’s about undertaking on the roads, which happens A LOT.

Please sing it out loud to the tune of the marvellous British 70s and 80s children’s show The Wombles.

Overtake, undertake, undercut me,
You’re in my blind spot so I just can’t see.
Some of your driving is totally crap,
If you don’t pull over we’ll have a mishap.

USA drivers,
Do you remember the time when you took your road test,
It told you how to drive.
Go get on the outside and don’t undertake me!

Please go on the outside, it’s really insane.
When you undercut me on the inside lane.
Overtake, undertake, undercut me,
That car on the inside will frigging hit me!

People don’t notice me, they never see,
Under their noses a car it may be.
Undercut by night and undercut by day,
I can’t see you coming that other way.

You’re so incredibly, utterly devious
Making the most of every lane.
Trucks don’t give a f*ck.
Did you pick up traffic test and turn it into something new,
Is that what you do?

Overtake, undertake, undercut me,
If you don’t look out you’re going to hit me.
Make good use of the other lane instead,
Cos if you don’t we’ll both end up dead.

Thank you Wombles!

Thank you Wombles!

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