This past weekend was Jordan’s bachelorette party, and as much as I would love to give you tips on throwing one, it’s not exactly appropriate for all ages. So instead, I’m going to give you a tour of my and Stan’s very first garden!
We have had a ton of cucumbers. So many, they’re dripping over the sides of the wall Stan built!
I picked six just yesterday. We have two varieties: Tendergreen Cucumbers (the larger, skinny ones) and Organic Burpee Pickling Cucumbers (the short fat ones).
The tomatoes have almost completely taken over the garden. For a while, Stan was trimming the tops daily, then he finally gave up after they busted through the netting and broke the plastic tubing. CRAZY.
They, too, are growing over the sides of the wall. We’re also growing two varieties of tomatoes: Abe Lincoln Heirloom and Burpee Baby tomatoes.
Thankfully, I love tomatoes. I’ll eat them like apples. Or as sauce. Or in salads. Or on sandwiches. I hope they ripen soon!
At the very end, we’re growing cantaloupes and two types of watermelon: Charleston Grey and Sugar Baby.
Isn’t the wall beautiful? Stan spent a lot of time on it (I won’t take any of the credit). No sign of any cantaloupes yet, but we do have a few watermelons growing:
This is the biggest watermelon we have yet. I think it’s a Sugar Baby. After taking this photo, I backed up and narrowly avoided this dude jumping on my face:
Stick bug, maybe? Imagine that thing jumping on my head. I would have screamed like a crazy person!
That’s it for the garden tour! We’ve only been able to eat the cucumbers so far, but it’s a surreal experience eating something we’ve grown from a seed. I can’t wait for tomatoes!
I’m not even a little embarrassed to admit how (re)obsessed I am with Saved by the Bell. It’s so fantastically 90s! I’ve been watching it almost every morning on Netflix before I go to work, and okay, sometimes I have marathon nights when Stan isn’t around.
I had a major crush on Zack Morris (Mark-Paul Gosselaar, who’s still pretty hot today). I remember my friends and I actually kissing the TV once or twice when he came on. We were such dorks!
Apparently, Lifetime is going to be making a behind-the-scenes movie about the show to air later this year, but it will probably be awful because a) it’s Lifetime and b) based on Dustin Diamond’s (Screech) scathing memoir about his fellow cast members. I’m just going to continue nerding out and wishing I had Lisa Turtle’s closet.
After doing a little bit of shopping, I was drawn to the live music playing outside of King’s Palace Cafe.
So I enjoyed their BBQ Platter — ribs, pulled pork, and “Voodoo potatoes” — while I watched the live performance. By the time I worked my way through all that delicious food, it was getting dark and Beale Street was a little seedy for a solo roadtripper like me, so I headed back to my hotel and watched The Birdcage on TV before falling asleep.
In the morning, I swung by Graceland to pay my respects to Elvis Presley. I got there too early to do a tour, but I couldn’t have done one anyway as it takes 2.5-3 hours. So, I walked around the grounds for a bit, then got back in the car and drove toward Nashville.
In Nashville, I got gas and ate at the Loveless Cafe. Well, okay, there was a 2 hour wait, so I got my grits, biscuits, and ham egg and cheese to go and ate in my car (even the seats outside were all taken!) I am not normally a grits fan, but damn. Those grits were good.
I hit pockets of rain on my way to Virginia, but got to the Hotel Roanoke around 7pm.
It was built in 1882 so it has gorgeous old-world charm. Look at this lobby!
There was even a secret sitting room off my room. I may have enjoyed my room service in here… ;)
Friday, I woke up super early, threw on my best red, white, and blue and booked it back to Connecticut. At 4:30pm, Stan was giving me the best hug ever.
We ended the night watching fireworks under an umbrella at my Dad’s house and enjoying Suzi’s 4th of Jell-O cake! (See what I did there? ;)
Though I would have loved to share my trip with Stan or a few family members or friends, it was really liberating and empowering to do it on my own. It’s still incredible to me that I drove across the country and back on my own. I experienced pure natural beauty (Rocky Mountains, Arches National Park, Grand Canyon) and geeked out over Thelma & Louise, Buffyand Breaking Bad filming locations. I had amazing food and some not-so-great food, too. I listened to some great music and audiobooks (The Fault in Our Stars and okay, some Harry Potters) and an overrated one (sorry, Kerouac). I visited friends and family and it was amazing!!!
It feels really good to be home. I wanted to blog on Friday, but I was so tired the rest of the week. My body is still recovering! So here’s the fifth update from my road trip, covering Arizona and New Mexico (and a little Texas and Oklahoma).
After leaving my uncle’s house in Los Angeles, I drove about halfway to the Grand Canyon and stopped for a late lunch/early dinner at a Cracker Barrel. ‘Cause you have to stop at a Cracker Barrel at some point on a road trip!
I made it to the Grand Canyon just before the sun set.
As with the Rocky Mountains, it’s hard to take a photo of the Grand Canyon that really captures the magnitude of it. I hung around it for a little while to watch the sun set, then drove to my hotel in Flagstaff.
Day 10 / Monday, June 30th was thankfully a shorter driving day, but still 6.5 hours to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Just before heading into the city proper, I wanted to scope out To’Hajiilee, an Indian reservation about 30 miles outside of Albuquerque. Breaking Bad fans will know this as the place where it began and end. Walt and Jesse’s first cook spot and — without spoiling anything specific — where a few characters lost their lives.
This is the only place during my trip where I was a little nervous about being alone, because it meant driving through what has sadly become kind of a Native American ghetto, run by tribal — not American — law. You have to do a lot of off-roading to get to the key location from Breaking Bad, passing by a lot of run-down homes and private property. I braved the dirt paths (you couldn’t even call them roads) for a while, but they were not made for little sedans and as soon as I saw a decaying bull carcass, I decided that was enough and turned around to head back to the highway.
I caught a photo of this beautiful hand-painted sign before leaving (the front had graffiti on it).
My first stop in Albuquerque was The Candy Lady, located in the heart of the city, the historic “Old Town.” Owner Debby Ball was approached by Breaking Bad‘s prop department prior to filming the first season because they were in need of an edible prop to stand in as meth on the TV show. Ball made them a rock candy — first in white, then in the signature Heisenberg “baby blue,” and continued to manufacture it for the show, then later for fans. Fans can buy it in dime bags and have a photo taken of them in front of a prop Los Pollos Hermanos poster, with black fedora, sunglasses, and fake money. Pretty badass.
After checking into my hotel and attempting to eat at The Grove Cafe (which is closed on Mondays – nice planning, Sami!) then finally eating at a P.F. Chang’s, I hurried out to photograph a few more Breaking Bad locations before it got dark. Number 1 on my priority list was Walter White’s house, which is really owned by Fran Padilla. She came outside just after I took this photo, so I introduced myself and said “hello from Connecticut!” She was very nice, but I didn’t want to ask her a billion questions, knowing she gets this all the time. Even while I was saying my brief hello and thank you, another car drove by to snap a photo!
Just a mile away is Octopus Car Wash, used in filming Breaking Bad‘s A1A car wash. It was also closed, but I went back the next day to get Lola B’s very first car wash. Noticing I was from Connecticut, the attendant told me to “have an A1 day!” – it was pretty great.
It was getting dark quickly, so my last stop for the night was Jesse Pinkman’s house. It’s in a really beautiful neighborhood!
The next morning, I got up bright and early for breakfast at The Grove Cafe & Market. Breaking Bad fans will know this as the place where Walt and Lydia met, Tuesdays at 10am. (As it happens, I was there at about 8:30 am on Tuesday. Didn’t see either of them.) Another key scene happens here, as well…
… Let’s just say, I didn’t have any Stevia in my chai latte, but I did take a few packets to go. Apparently, this was Aaron Paul’s favorite place to eat during filming, too. I can’t blame him – the food was delicious!!
My last stop before setting off toward Oklahoma was Hank and Marie Schrader’s home. Tread lightly.
I passed through the little box on top of Texas on my way to Oklahoma City…
And I was pleasantly surprised to remember I had booked myself a whirlpool suite that night. I really needed a nice, long soak!
From Moab, I drove northwest through Salt Lake City and spent an uneventful night in Elko, Nevada.
On Thursday, June 26th — just before making it into California — a strong gust of wind blew a huge chunk of shredded tire (I suspect from a tractor trailer) into my front bumper. It actually tore off my front plate mount and left a nice big scuff and a crack down the middle of the bumper, but no major damage. I was upset, but recovered quickly. If that was the worst that would happen to my car during my two-week stint on the road, I was lucky! I made it to California a few hours later.
Friday was a very busy day. I woke up early and took a slightly roundabout route into San Francisco so that I could cross the Golden Gate Bridge. Apparently, I found myself in the middle of “June Gloom,” which is what locals like my uncle call the early summer fog phenomenon in California. Fog will roll in for a day or two and settle over the costal cities of California and just hang out, making it near impossible to take good photos of the Golden Gate Bridge. :(
I paid way too much for parking, then walked to Pier 39/Fisherman’s Wharf to eat and browse through the stores. It’s a nice area, but crowded. And the clam chowder is not nearly as good as Boston!
I didn’t have the time required for a proper Alcatraz tour, so I admired it from the Pier. See all that fog? Gah!
As a Brit + Co freelance writer and avid maker, I had to stop at the Brit + Co MakeShop, right next to their headquarters on Sutter Street.