Saturday, January 1, 2011

Under Construction: A Day In The Life of a Rose Bowl Float

If you've ever watched the Tournament of Roses Parade on television New Year's Day, you certainly appreciate the beauty and creativity of the flower covered floats that are the hallmark of the event.  But have you even wondered what goes on BEFORE the parade?  How are these floats made?

For the second time since I've lived in California, I had the opportunity to work on a parade float and see the incredibly hard work done for countless hours by thousands of people to make the magic on TV happen.  So here's a little insiders view of my day volunteering to help decorate this year's entry from Kaiser-Permanente.

The first thing to remember is my 7 hour decorating shift is one tiny piece of a process that takes a year from start to finish.  The floats are designed and constructed by professional float companies and cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to sponsor.  During our orientation, we learned that each float costs in the neighborhood of $1 million by the time it's completed.  That's a lot of money you see floating down Colorado Boulevard in Pasadena on parade day!

When the volunteer decorating process starts, the floats are already constructed and painted so you know where materials will be placed.  What the volunteers do is actually apply the organic materials to the floats, and it's not all flowers. While I was there, I saw flowers, chopped parsley, beans, oatmeal, white rice, poppy seeds, and other types of materials used on different float designs.

Since flowers are mostly what you see, I'll walk you through the process of using yellow straw flowers to decorate a large papier-mache flower that comprised part of the float design.

The first step is separating the flowers from the stem and putting them in boxes.


Next, the individual petals are stripped from the hull of the flower. Then you take scissors and cut those flower petals into even smaller pieces. The box on the left is what they look like before cutting, and the box on the right is the size when they're cut.


Needless to say, this is a challenge to do with the tips of the scissors jammed inside a bucket. Plus your fingers start to ache after a while because you're cutting a boatload of flower petals!


Once the flower petals are cut up, the real fun starts because you get to use glue! In this case, we were painting papier-mache flower forms with glue and covering them thousands of bits of straw flower petals. They lay plastic on the floor so you don't waste too much, because those flowers cost money. And once you get what didn't stick back in the box, the plastic makes clean-up a lot easier.


The hard part about these flowers is getting the edges completely covered. The forms are heavy, so if you have only one person working on a flower, it's hard to hold it up, paint on glue AND get the flowers to stick without having to sit the thing down, which is turn messes up the edges and you have to do them again. Jen and her Mom figured our early on it was more efficient as a two person job.


They turned out a pretty amazing finished product!


Keep in mind, these flowers are only ONE component of an enormous float, and we spent 7 hours working on just this one piece! All told, there are thousands of man hours that go into the finished product you see on parade day. And while sitting on a hard concrete floor covered in glue and bits of flowers may not be glamorous, this is truly one of the toughest jobs you'll ever love.

Here's to a bright and colorful New Year!

Friday, December 31, 2010

Sailing Away From 2010

Last night, I walked home from Staples Center after a Kings game in chilly weather with winds gusting up to 18 MPH. 


Most of the time the wind blew straight at my face, causing me to lower my head and lean forward to keep pushing my way home.  At times, the head wind was so strong it slowed my pace by half or even stopped me altogether.

Occasionally, the wind shifted 180 degrees and pushed at my back until I was moving too fast and trying to control my momentum.  Those bursts never lasted long, and while it was a relief to have some help walking a little more quickly, it was hard not being in control.  Plus, I spent my time worrying when the wind would shift another 180 degrees and resume it's attempts to slow my progress.

As it turns out, walking through last night's windstorm is a great metaphor for the year I had in 2010. 

Whether I was fighting conditions holding me back or struggling to control unwelcome forward momentum, everything was a battle.   I got caught up in the emotion of that struggle, and I made a lot of mistakes handling the challenges I faced -- in some cases major ones I'm still trying to completely repair.  I looked for places and people to blame.    Over the course of the year, that constant battle wore me down.  At one point, I wanted to give up completely.   I felt exhausted, uninspired and hopeless.  I lost myself, or at least my vision of who I want to be.

But I realized I DO have the power to find myself again.  Like a good sailor, I just need a plan to navigate and the strength to adjust my sails and tack around so the wind works for me, not against me.   If life is a journey and not a destination,  I still have a lot of sailing left in me.

I think they use champagne to christen boats, right?



Then toast with me as the next phase of my journey begins.  HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Monday, November 29, 2010

Make My Day Monday: A Toy Makes A Difference

Just before Thanksgiving, I received an e-mail from one of my co-workers, requesting help collecting toys for sick children.  Lots of organizations do this every holiday, including my beloved Los Angeles Kings, but this request touched my heart when I learned the story behind it.  In the interest of privacy, I'm leaving out names and other details and paraphrasing the story, but I feel compelled to share it.

My co-worker and her daughter collected toys to donate to Children's Hospital Los Angeles (CHLA) one Christmas, and the little girl had so much fun she asked her mother if they could do it every year.  But one Christmas was all she would have.  She became seriously ill the month after Christmas and ended up in the hospital.   During her stay, she received a visit from hospital services with a gift -- one of the very toys she had collected herself.  Her sisters received gifts as well, but her mother got the biggest gift of all --  a priceless smile from her daughter and a chance for her to forget about being sick for just a little while.  And she remembers her daughter's smile every holiday, because memories are what she has left.  Sadly, the little girl passed away, but her mother continues her legacy by collecting toys every Christmas to donate to CHLA and UCLA.

She was kind enough to include a recommended list of toys in her e-mail, so I happily printed it and headed out to Target after work.    It was the most fulfilling shopping I've done in a long time.

I can't WAIT for these to get delivered!

So when you see folks in your community collecting toys for the holidays, remember there are real children out there in need of a smile at Christmas, and you can help give it to them.  A toy CAN make a difference.  Sometimes, it makes all the difference.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Smells Like True Friendship

I am blessed to have many people in my life I consider friends.  They've come into my life in all sorts of ways -- through school, work, hockey, or even other friends.   Depending on how we're acquainted, we have different levels of interaction.  Some things we share, some things we don't.  Some friendships instantly feel like they've existed forever, and some take time to establish.

Sometimes you find friends that are practically an extension of you -- as essential as one of your own limbs.   They almost know you better than you know yourself.  They're the kind of friends that can finish your sentences, know from the tone of your voice that something is wrong, or feel something in the air one day that makes them pick up the phone from 3,000 miles away and call just when you need it.

That friend is Michelle.

We met in college, and our connection was instant.  The finishing each others sentences thing has always been there, and it makes us look at each other and laugh in recognition when it happens.   Our mutual friends from school have difficulty talking about one of us without mentioning the other.  "Where are Meg and Michelle?"  "What are Meg and Michelle doing tonight?" 

She knows more about me than any person on the planet, and she remembers EVERYTHING.  So I shouldn't have been surprised when a got a call from her this summer in the middle of the day.

"Hey, sorry to bug you at work, but what's the name of that perfume you loved so much but can't find anymore?"

"Huh?  What perfume?"

"You know.  It's gold...something...maybe the box is gold?  Did the name have gold in it?"

"You mean Valentino Gold?"

"Bingo!"

"NO WAY!!!!!!"

"Yup! I found it.  They have 3 boxes.  How many do you want...I'll send them to you."

"You just found the last 3 boxes of my favorite perfume ON EARTH?  I'll take them all!!!"

"Perfect!  Gotta go....LOVE YOU!"

Bear in mind, I can't even remember when we ever had a conversation about my perfume.  It might have been late at night over a bottle of wine, enjoying each others company so much we couldn't stand the idea of sleep.  We might have been shopping once.   I had long since forgotten I even missed the stuff, yet she remembered it meant something to me once AND scoured every nook and cranny of New York City looking for it.

So after a failed attempt to mail me my bottled magic (wait, you can't mail perfume because it's flammable? DOH!), she made extra space in her suitcase and delivered it to me in when we met up back at JMU for our annual Alumni Band Weekend.


Now every morning, I look at the graceful gold bottle on the vanity tray in my bathroom and am reminded what a true and undying friendship I'm blessed to have.  The fact that I smell nice is just a bonus.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Kitchen Adventures: The Thanksgiving Recipes!

I've written blogs on many subjects I personally find interesting.  Some of them resonate with the people I share them with, and some don't.  But the one subject that seems to unite everyone I connect with is FOOD.

Now THAT'S a Thanksgiving Feast!

I think we try to make the world so complicated sometimes that we forget what makes people tick is really pretty simple.  We need companionship and we like to feel good.  Shared meals bring those things together perfectly, which is one reason I enjoy Thanksgiving so much, no matter who I spend it with. 

Food also helps us learn more about each other.  We all have stories attached to particular meals or recipes that make them memorable.  We can share elements of our culture and heritage through flavors.  Most importantly, the process of cooking involves service to the people we care about, showing our love by nourishing each other.

This plate made me feel VERY taken care of on Thursday!

So in service to you, the friends who read and comment on my blog and keep me mentally nourished, I'm happy to share my recipes from Thursday.   I hope you pass them along and use them to create wonderful memories with people you love.

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Grandma Hiller's Spinach Balls
2 boxes frozen spinach, thawed and drained
2 cups crushed herb stuffing mix
1 stick of butter, melted
3 eggs
1 cup grated Parmesan cheese
3-4 chopped scallions

Mix together all ingredients.  Roll into 1 inch balls and bake on a greased baking sheet at 350 degrees for 12 minutes.  Serve with mustard sauce or other condiment of choice.


Key West Lime Mustard Sauce
4 cups mayonnaise
1 cup Dijon mustard
3/4 cup Key Lime juice
1 tablespoon Pickapeppa Sauce (you can substitute Worcestershire if needed)
1 tablespoon A1 Sauce

Using a whisk or food processor, blend the mayo with the mustard.  Slowly pour in the Key Lime juice.  Add the Pickapeppa and A1 and blend until light golden brown. 

NOTE: This recipes makes about 5 cups, which is at least 4 cups more than you need for the spinach ball recipe.  The amount of ingredients can be cut in half and the sauce will taste just as good.  Or you can make twice as many spinach balls!


Sweet and Spicy Nuts
1/3 cup sugar
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground allspice
1/2 teaspoon season salt
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
1 egg white
3 cups mixed nuts (1 cup each cashews, pecans and almonds)

Preheat oven to 250 degrees.  Combine sugar and all spices in a medium bowl and set aside.  Beat egg white until foamy.  Add nuts to egg white and toss to coat.  Add spice mixture to nuts and toss to coat evenly.  Spread nuts onto a greased baking sheet in a single layer.  Bake for 1 hour, stirring once.  Remove from oven and cool slightly, then break apart.   Cool completely and store in an airtight container for up to 2 weeks.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Kitchen Adventures: Thanksgiving Style!

Living 3,000 miles away from my family makes it tough to get home for every holiday.  Christmas trumps Thanksgiving in my holiday rankings,  so my Turkey Day is normally spent with friends.  With a few exceptions of cancellation due to illness, I've always been very fortunate to have some kind soul adopt me and do the heavy lifting in the turkey cooking department.   But I'm a courteous house guest and always happy to help out in the kitchen, so in addition to the perfunctory bottle of wine, I try to pull out a fun recipe or two to support the party and guarantee a return invite.

This year I'm in charge of bringing some appetizers, and I was kind of bored with the stuff I always do, so I went digging through the recipe box.  In the process, I found a quick and easy new one, plus a forgotten gem from a prior Thanksgiving more than a dozen years ago.

Let's start with the new kid on the block - Sweet and Spicy Nuts!


I love nuts, and I've seen different versions of this same kind of concept at other gatherings before.   These are coated with a mixture of sugar, cinnamon, allspice, nutmeg, season salt and ground black pepper.  The binder is a beaten egg white.    Bake for 1 hour at 250 degrees, low and slow.  YUMMY!

One important thing I learned?  Don't let these suckers cool off too much, or you have a little challenge prying them off the baking pan (even though it's greased).   But the pay off is durability -- store these guys in an airtight container and you've got leftovers to snack on for up to 2 weeks AFTER the holiday!

My second choice came to me in a flash of inspiration thinking about a Thanksgiving gone by - Grandma Hiller's Spinach Balls!


First, a point of clarification about Grandma Hiller.  She isn't MY grandmother.  She belongs to an old boyfriend.  Sadly, he had to go, but she was a kind and generous woman and shared two things with me during a holiday visit to Oklahoma City back when the boyfriend was still a boyfriend.  The first was this spinach ball recipe, which she decided I MUST like after eating half the spinach balls she made us.  She also shared her famous from-scratch hot mustard recipe, which is the dipping sauce that accompanies the spinach balls.

Well, I found the spinach ball instructions, but I couldn't find the hot mustard recipe!  I know it's here, but my recipe box is stuffed and I was short on time and patience to find it.  Luckily I found another one for Key West Lime Mustard Sauce, so I made that instead.  Taste testing confirmed it's a pretty good substitute.

But back to the spinach balls.  All it takes is a couple of boxes of frozen spinach, some crushed stuffing mix, grated Parmesan cheese, butter, eggs and a few chopped scallions.  Combined together and rolled into balls, you bake them for 12 minutes (15 if you're using my oven) and you have a tasty veggie that isn't carrot sticks!


So now that my party contributions are ready, it's time to get gorgeous and go be social, which is my favorite part of the holiday!  I hope you enjoy your Thanksgiving as much as I'm going to enjoy mine!  Gobble-gobble!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Clarity

I worry / I weigh three times my body
I worry / I throw my fear around
But this morning / there's a calm I can't explain
The rock candy's melted / only diamonds now remain
- "Clarity" by John Mayer



A girl who likes to sleep sits at a computer at 2 AM, awake.   For weeks, her head has been full of big ideas, random thoughts, musings on life.  They come at odd times, sometimes slowly and only in brief flashes.  Sometimes they flood in faster than she can handle.  She wants to get them down, figure out what they mean, and ultimately share them, but the words don't come without effort.  Not the right words anyway.  And that stops her from writing them down, from making sense of them.  It stops her from sharing anything.

Sometimes she lays awake at night trying to figure out why.  When did the roadblock happen?  What got in the way and brought everything to a grinding halt?  Then she realizes she knows what happened, what shook her confidence, dealt a blow to her faith in herself. 

She knows what happened doesn't matter now.  What matters is that she lost her vision for her life.  Everything got out of focus for a while.  Like flying through clouds, it was hard to see too far in front of her until she soared just a little higher and got over the obstacles.  Now things have become clear once again, and she knows where she is going.  So it's time to hit the reset button, put the past in the rear view mirror -- and move forward.  And start writing....

That girl is me.  What happens now?  Stick around and we'll see....