Tuesday, December 28, 2010

"100% Pure Adrenaline" all week! Day 2-7

After eating breakfast at the local Port Fairy diner we continued on our way.  A short drive outside of Port Fairy we left Victoria and crossed the border into South Australia. We were no longer on the Great Ocean Road but we continued to travel along the same coastal highway. We had a four hour drive to our next stop, a sweet little seaside town that used to be SA's most important ports for exporting wool, called Robe. Along the way we had a lot to see...the southern most tip of SA is known as the limestone coast and also forms part of the largest volcanic plain in Australia.  Upon arrival to Mt. Gambier we explored the blue lake that formed in the crater of an extinct volcano (and is actually the town's drinking water). Our timing was great since the water is a perfectly vibrant blue from November to March and then it becomes steel grey from April throughout the winter months (due to temperature and calcium carbonate...chemistry...etc).


We explored one of many giant sinkholes that have been turned into gardens...


And were absolutely amazed inside Tantanoola cave. This cave was randomly discovered years ago by a young boy chasing a rabbit down a hole. A walkway was built but the cave has otherwise been left completely untouched and remains in its most natural state. The large pillars are formed as a result of the stalactites and the stalagmites growing into each other from the ceiling and the cave floor. Really cool.



We then proceeded on to the Coonawarra wine valley, one of the top wine regions in Australia, for some afternoon tastings. We chose a few off the mark vineyards, tasted some really great wines and stocked up for the rest of the trip and made our way to Robe. The next day we drove a pretty solid 5 hours to Cape Jervis to catch the ferry to Kangaroo Island. We drove through farmland, beautiful countryside, mountains, and even rainforest, while passing through small town after small town, some which literally took 30 seconds to drive thru. We took the car ferry across the Murray River into Wellington, which runs  all day and all night as there is no other way to get to Wellington from the highway.

We arrived at Cape Jervis and took the 45 minute ferry ride across the ocean to Kangaroo Island. KI is a story in itself. The island is HUGE and takes you ruggedly back to nature with a population of 4200 and three main towns. The main highway stretches from the ferry to each main town so that there is one solid road around the whole island. The rest of the roads were unsealed, meaning lots of dirt and rocks. Once the sun begins to set, the roads are full of kangaroos (native to KI these roos are smaller than the usual roos you see on the mainland), possums, koalas, and all sorts of other wildlife. Jaime had a good eye and spotted each roo from far away so he could slow down in case they wanted to jump into the road. He also spotted a Goanna, which looks like an iguana but is native to KI and rarely ever seen!

Being the third largest island in Australia, it takes a few hours to drive from east to west coast, but it took us the whole day with all the things to see along the way. We started at a honey farm where we tried all sorts of honey and learned all about the bees. I knew bees were smart, but I guess I didn't know how smart...they are pretty amazing! Next we visited seal beach where we walked down to the beach and watched the local sea colony bask in the sun. Our traveling has been extra special since most animals have their babies in Spring and so we have seen a lot of little ones, including a rambunctious seal pup jumping all over his mum.


We drove on and rented a sandboard to take on the dunes of Little Sahara. Jaime was an immediate pro and headed right up to the largest dune, which I must say was quite a surprising climb! Cait and I had a few tumbles but made it down a few of the smaller dunes. We drove even further to Flinders Chase National Park where we walked along the remarkable rocks, remarkably formed by wind and water over time, and checked out Admirals Arch, a natural bridge made from rock, beautiful at sunset, and will eventually collapse into the sea.





We planned on continuing on the highway to head back to the east coast so we could see the whole island and eat dinner in the smallest of the three towns. About 20 minutes away from Parndana and dinner, driving in the darkness, I had just mentioned that because KI is so big,  it always feels like we are the only people on the island, and one minute later, the car starts slowing down. Cait and I asked Jaime what he was doing, but he wasn't doing it...the car was stopping all by itself and we pulled over onto the side. The car wouldn't start and we were officially broken down! We figured we probably wouldn't see another car for awhile, but one came along eventually and stopped. Luckily, Jaime signed us up for RACV, which is Australia's version of AAA, and although we were in the middle of nowhere, they were able to locate us and send help! The town where help was coming from was the town we were staying in about an hour away. So we climbed back into our car and waited, Cait and I giggled and played games on our cell phones to lighten the mood as we were going to be fine, and the best part...no predators on this island! So even though it was completely pitch black outside in the middle of nowhere, we didn't have to worry, there were no bears, wolves, or lions on this island, just kangaroos and koalas roaring at our windows.



So we made it back to our hotel safe and sound. The next day we found out it was the fuel pump and they would have to fly one in from Adelaide and it wouldn't arrive until the next day. We were supposed to catch the ferry that afternoon but changed our plans to stay for one possibly two nights depending on when the car could be fixed. So we rented a car for the day, one with 4WD drive so we could explore some of the hidden beaches on the unsealed roads. We visited a lavender farm, ate fish and chips at a tiny little restaurant on the northern coast with nothing else for miles. We checked out Stokes Bay, which ranks as one of my most favorite beaches (and as you can tell, I've seen alot of beaches!). We had to walk along a little path that weaved in and out of rocks and caves and just when you think you are getting anywhere, you emerge onto a beautiful beach. The best part about this beach is the natural rock pool that is so shallow you can see all the marine life and wade and swim in warm water heated by the sun. It was definitely worth the long, bumpy drive to get there.



We worked our way back to Parndana to check out the places we didn't get to see the night before. As we were walking into the only bar/restaurant, Cait heard what sounded like a baby crying. She and Jaime looked in a car and sure enough there was a baby, crying in his car seat with window cracked. We went inside and Cait and I told the bartender about the crying baby and she said ok and immediately walked outside to get the mom (she knew who it was right away). Then a stocky, rugged woman came in with her drink and asked the bartender in a deep voice "Who told!" and the bartender immediately pointed to Cait and I. We just looked at her, wide-eyed, but the woman proceeded to smile, chug her drink, slam the empty glass on the bar and walk out.  !!! speechless. But still able to whip Jaime's butt in a game of pool. (He was thoroughly suprised I could play). Because I won the first game we had to play best 2 out of 3 for championship rights, and on the third game we were both down to the eight ball and I fudged so Jaime became champion, for now. :)

We spent the night at a little family-run motel, where we made friends with the owner and felt very welcomed. They were able to fix the car quickly in the am and we headed to the port to try to catch an early ferry back to the mainland. We missed a stop in Murray River due to the extended stay on KI so we drove 5 hours directly to Dunalan Cottage a farmstay in Bordertown, named for its location on the border of South Australia and Victoria. We stayed in a sweet little cottage and in the am we made breakfast with farm fresh eggs and milk. We made friends with farm dog and even fed the chooks our breakfast scraps! Although I thought it was a little weird that chickens eat eggshells. The next day we drove the rest of the way home along the inland route, passing through the Grampian mountains and small towns all with their own character and reason that they were put on the map.


We saw so much stuff in just one week...nature at its best, wild animals, smart bees, remarkable rocks, a baby left in a car, a broken down car, lots of pizza, new and old wine, and eggshell eating chooks. We had a great trip and an even better time, just being together, on the road.

Monday, December 27, 2010

A Truly Great Ocean Road Trip "100% Pure Adrenaline"-Day 1

Ok all you roadies, if you are like me and love a good road trip, then you've taken in every breathtaking cliffside vista point and lost yourself in the magnificence of the redwoods along US 1/PCH, you've gotten your kicks on just pieces of the once Route 66, you've driven through the sweet little coastal towns of Maine in the fall when the highway was lined with leaves of every color, you've taken on Alligator Alley in the everglades, you've rolled along the green hills while exploring every loch in Scotland (no monster yet), and you've held on for dear life on the Autobahn, just to name a few. Well, no roadtrippers checklist would be complete without thoughtfully winding your way through the Great Ocean Road in Australia.

The Great Ocean Road is a 243 km/151 mile stretch along the south-eastern coast of Australia, within Victoria. Back in November Jaime and I took my sister-in-law Caitlin on a week-long holiday road trip! We left Melbourne early saturday am and planned to drive the Great Ocean Road (which can be done comfortably in two days) and continue on along the coast to South Australia, ferry over to Kangaroo Island, and drive home on the inland Dukes Highway for a night at the farm.


The road begins almost an hour south of Melbourne in a popular little surf town called Torquay, where Jaime found one of two new loves of his life...the Rip Curl Headquarters! 


Now, being married to a surfer, I have been in just about every Rip Curl from east to west USA and am now working my way across Australia. But here was the mother of all Rip Curls. It was Saturday, so it was closed, but as the Aussies say, we ticked another box of our list! Rip Curl Headquarters-"Tick". We all did a little shopping and found out too late that there was a HUGE Rip Curl outlet on the street just behind the main road. Next time. 
We proceeded just outside Torquay to Jaime's second new love, the famous Bells Beach.  Famous for a few reasons, 1-it is the site of the Rip Curl Pro, held every Easter and known internationally as one of the top surfing competitions. Only the best at this competition and often only the best surfers are out practicing at Bells due to its strong rips and rocky sides.  And 2- Bells Beach was the final scene in Point Break where Patrick Swayze goes to surf the 30 year storm. Patrick pleads to be set free to surf the monstrous waves, his life spent waiting for this moment, and as he paddles out to sea, the ever-so talented Keanu Reeves gives his famous line, expertly quoted by my husband, "He's not coming back." The rest of the trip I just kept repeating the famous quote, "100% Pure Adrenaline!" just as my eldest brother did throughout my entire childhood. 


The next few hours of the drive took us through several little coastal towns as we winded along the cliffs with vast blue ocean on one side while next thing you know you are in a forest and pulling over to take a picture of our first wild koala snoozing in a eucalyptus tree! He was super cute. 

As we drove on we became a little further from the coast and that was when you can appreciate the beautiful contrast of bright blue sea leading into bright green rolling hills. It was pretty amazing. 


As you drive through the bush, always watching for kangaroos, you approach a well-known highlight of the Great Ocean Road. The Twelve Apostles are randomly huge rock formations, formed by erosion along the limestone coast, sitting in none other but the Southern Ocean (the 5th ocean no one ever remembers).  We arrived as the sun was beginning to set and it really seemed to be the perfect time of day for viewing these oddly magnificent rocks that used to be 12 but are actually now, only 6! I can't even begin to tell you how often I am reminded of the amazing powers of mother nature during my travels here in Australia. Whether exploring natural sites or learning about the discovery and settlement of this vast continent just over a hundred years ago, mother nature is constantly making her statements. 



We were on the road for about 8 hours on our first day, the drive is not that long, but we took our time and stopped often to enjoy the sights and check out each town, but we were very glad to roll into our first hotel in Port Fairy. Port Fairy is a must-stop according to all the travel tips due to its location and charm. Well, we arrived into this sleepy town at the "late hour" of 8:00 pm and were told by the hotel owner (who was locking up for the night) that finding dinner was going to be a long shot. Some places were closing up, but the three restaurants that were open were pretty full, I think the entire Port Fairy population was in those restaurants, and we luckily found a table at a bustling Thai restaurant. We popped open our first bottle of wine (happily BYOB most places in Oz) and celebrated the first stop on our trip. We finished dinner around 9 pm and as we wandered outside it was so dark and so quiet. As we walked down the street toward our hotel, we began to hear what sounded like music faintly in the distance. We kept walking and soon enough found the only little bar in the sleepy town of Port Fairy. The music came from a cover band called Rose and Paul who were playing none other than beloved American tunes while a small group of locals danced in the small space in front of the mic.  We immediately joined in on the fun, singing and dancing to a little bit of home! I tried to make a few requests, but they had a set playlist and were still in the process of learning Bon Jovi. 
That first night on the road...you always sleep well. :) 

Check out more Great Ocean Road Trip pics.

And, trying out my flip videos! Koala and Port Fairy's famous Rose and Paul. 





Sunday, December 5, 2010

Mishaps with the Metric System

First, let me start off by saying what an AWESOME basketball game my team had last week! We were down most of the game and trailing 17-10 in the last 8 minutes. It usually takes us a good half to figure out our best strategy. During a quick time-out we strategized again and in those last 8 minutes we put the pressure on, came back and took the lead 17-18! In the last 10 seconds the other team had the ball and was going in for an easy two-pointer. We were putting so much pressure on that our player fouled her, but stopped the basket. The other team only made 1 foul shot so the game was a draw. (No overtime in women's intramurals I guess?). Awesome comeback for us and disappointment for the other team to draw when they had been leading the whole time. And, I made my second basket of the season!!! Now, second basket is big, considering I've only played five games and just started shooting a few games ago, and both were 3 pointers! (Jaime was super impressed!) This is what they sounded like.....Swish.....Swish. Yeah! I love it when my teammates say, "Top shot Ash!" :)

Jaime reminded me early in November that one night I invited a whole group of people from the hospital over for American Thanksgiving. It sounded like a great idea at the time! Everyone was so excited because being from everywhere else but America, they knew that Thanksgiving was all about eating good food all day but had never experienced it. So the party was on! We had a guest list of 10 (which of course ended up growing a little) and we planned our menu.  My Mumster (which she has recently named herself after I started calling her "mum" like they do here) sent me all of her recipes and I began to make a list of ingredients. I was a little worried because I've always been Mumster's assistant for holiday cooking and never the mum. :) My first order of business...canned pumpkin, based on my food experiences here thus far...I just had this feeling this would be difficult to find and too late to have them shipped for home. Now, Aussies LOVE their pumpkin. They eat it in everything, they bake it, roast it, steam it, and put it in salads, sandwiches, and soup. But pumpkin pie??? They just don't do it.
I began my search with Google. A yanks down under forum gave me a few stores to try. I asked a girl at work and she had no idea what I was talking about until we got on the same page and I learned that the correct term was "Tinned pumpkin" and "No way would we sell tinned pumpkin!" This became a pretty rowdy subject and no matter who I mentioned the tinned pumpkin issue to, I always always got a hearty laugh...."Tinned pumpkin!?? No! hahahahahhahahaha." I often had to explain that in America, no one eats pumpkin like they do here. I had no idea how to even cook one. After my potential stores were unsuccessful, I began to google how to make a homemade pumpkin pie. I borrowed a hand-held blender, found myself a little sieve, and bought three pre-cut halves of butternut pumpkin to make my pumpkin puree. I put the baked pumpkin through the sieve several extra times to get all the water out so I didn't have a watery pie. Puree looked successful, but I sieved it so many times that it didn't look like much was left, but I put it away to save for the pie.
 










I couldn't find any frozen or pre-made pie crusts at the store, so we had a bakery make them for us (J's idea! Brilliant!).  By a stroke of luck, Thursday (Thanksgiving Day at home) I was talking to a few girls at work about my pumpkin pie and this one girl said she lived right next to a USA Food store out in one of the suburbs and would gladly find me some "Tinned pumpkin." She brought it in the next day, just in time for some pie-making! phew! 

So Jaime was the sous chef and I was acting mumster and we got to work. I made three pumpkin pies, 2 canned and one with my homemade pumpkin puree. My home-made one ended up being a little fussy, since I didn't have enough pumpkin, it was thin and cooked funny, so I kept that one for me. BUT, it tasted exactly like my canned pumpkin pies which came out spectacular! People said things like, of course you should make a pumpkin pie with fresh pumpkin, don't you want a fresh pie? Well, truth is, they taste exactly the same and that tinned pumpkin is SO worth it. :)

Thanksgiving dinner consisted of a little 6 pound turkey (which my family found comical when I showed it to them on skype...they also don't sell turkeys here except at Christmas and then they run about $80), a little turkey roast stuffed with cranberry and stuffing, green bean casserole, candied yams (which had limited marshmallows since the package only came with pink and white marshmallow mix, and the pink ones were strawberry flavored, lol), gravy, tomato salad, cheese ring, rolls, and mumster's make ahead mashed potatoes...

Now, you always want to make sure you have plenty of mashed potatoes. So I lugged home 7 pounds of potatoes (talk about super bag lady) and Jaime expertly peeled them. Throughout this whole cooking ordeal, I was constantly coming back to my computer to work out conversions from grams and ml to cups and ounces, C to F, etc. I was doing this so much that some things I just started to estimate. I just figured that the marks on the butter package were tablespoons, just like home, and I was getting "too good" and too busy for conversions. We mashed and mixed the potatoes and drizzled alot of butter on top while following the recipe. It did seem like alot of butter, but we figured it would sink in overnight. The next day, Jaime and I had to plan out our cooking strategy since the oven is the size of a toy box. The potatoes went in and when they came out, they were dripping with butter, like massive pools of butter. I called mumster right away to find out what to do and she calmly said, "Just pour it off." Right! So he tipped the pan while I held in the potatoes and we poured and scraped butter off the top several times. It looked much better. I did a quick mixing while they were hot so they could soak up a little more butter and within seconds...they turned yellow. So now we had a huge pan full of yellow mashed potatoes. When people arrived they crowded around looking at the food and kept asking if they were scrambled eggs. That's how yellow they were!! And I just replied, "Well...I had a little mishap with the metric system." It got a good laugh.



Our Thanksgiving dinner consisted of one Australian and people from Holland, Portugal, Taiwan, Vietnam, India, New Zealand, Canada, and Malaysia. They all tried a little of everything, including the yellow potatoes, and most went back for seconds. Dessert was a hit with the pumpkin pies, a kentucky derby pie (which looked nothing like mum's, but luckily tasted just about the same and ended up going home with a very happy guest), and a beautiful strawberry sponge cake that someone made.  It turned out to be a really nice day and we were so thankful to have such a wonderful group of friends to celebrate ours and their first Thanksgiving! 



On Sunday, Jaime and I had movie day, and I literally could not move from the couch. I was exhausted! It was well worth it...but from here on out, holiday cooking will still be at Mumsters or pot-luck! :)

In my recovery stuper on Sunday, Jaime showed me the quick converter right on the desktop of his mac, which definitely would have made life easier. Then I would have known that:
1 tablespoon of butter weighs 14.19 grams and I wouldn't have used the 50 gram markings on the butter label as tablespoons. 


oops! :)


Happy Thanksgiving! 


I am thankful for all of you! (and that butter tastes so good!)