This evening, I decided to try a recipe I saw on AllRecipes.Com. I had a package of cheap sirloin steaks I picked up and wanted to grill them. I found a recipe for Sirloin Steak with Garlic Butter and decided that was exactly what I wanted to make. The only piece I was missing was fresh garlic. I ran to the store and picked up a few bulbs and, when I got home, set up getting it ready for Mark to grill.
Somehow, in the process of all that, I accidentally clicked a button on my phone and it brought up a different recipe. A recipe for Herb Rubbed Sirloin Tip Roast. I didn’t realize it until I was halfway through the adding of the spices when it didn’t ask me for the fresh garlic I had just cut up. Flipping forward and backward in the browser on my phone, I quickly realized my mistake. Instead of throwing away all the spices I had mixed up, I finished adding the required for the Herb Rubbed Sirloin Tip Roast and then threw in the butter and fresh garlic from the original Sirloin Steak with Garlic Butter recipe.
After basting it all over the steaks, I sent them outside with Mark and he grilled them up. At dinner, every piece of steak disappeared. I ate quite a bit of it myself, in fact! It was absolutely amazing!
For the side, I tossed a quick salad on the plates and called it good. We don’t typically do corn, potatoes or rice with our meals. The diabetic thing keeps me from eating such as that late in the afternoon/evenings.
When we were all done eating, Daddy and I took the boys to the museum here in town. They have a showing of Carousels that I wanted the boys to see and, on some nights, they were offering rides on a hundred-some-odd year old Carousel. I kept it a secret from them for nearly 2 weeks as I waited for a good night to take them. With Daddy leaving to go back to work tomorrow, it was the last chance I’d get for awhile. Unless I took them by myself. What’s the fun in that?
I took so many pictures with my new camera. It was a blast playing with angles and lighting on the faces of the beautiful wheels of wonder from our far distant past. I won’t bore you with every picture I’ve got. I’ll throw a few up there and leave it at that.
Walking in the door, this is one of the first carousel horses you see. I love the way they made it look like the horse was shy and ducking his face.
They did get to ride the carousel – for a dollar a ride. Good thing mom thought ahead and brought $6 in quarters with her, huh? They each got to ride twice. Here, they were told to stick their arms up so the lady could tie them onto the horse. I can’t imagine that the young ones were tied onto the carousels 100 years ago.
While Brendan was holding on for dear life, Caiden was checking out all the gadgets and workings of the carousel in the middle. The difference between those two is startling, at times.
Is there anything more precious in all the world than the smiles and laughter of our children? Not the best picture (a little blurry) but it captures the energy and excitement of my boys and is a definite keeper.
This is Maureen. She’s one of many horses attached to an old carousel that was operated by hand. You turn the wheel and the carousel runs. You get tired and quit turning, the carousel slows to a stop. Each horse on this carousel had its own name. Apparently, each place the carousel traveled, the horses would receive new names.
This was a carousel bear. Cute, in its own right, but that’s not what was so spectacular about this one bear.
The bear’s eyes actually appear to move as you shift your stance in front of him. It’s almost as if he’s really alive and watching you.
Creepy, if you ask me. Brings to mind the movie, “Night at the Museum.”
This beauty has some fun parts. While the carousel goes round and round, the wings lift up and the feet go down. And, of course, then the wings go down and the feet raise up. I just love the geese in their unique attire.
This carousel was in a shoe store (Buster’s? I’ve forgotten already). While mom was shopping for shoes for her children, the other children would ride on this and wait patiently for mom to get to them. Well, sign me up for that one! Put one in every store I take my children to, would ya?
Another old beauty. This gadget has pedals. The children would sit on it (in a rough circle) and pedal. If they stopped pedaling, the carousel stopped. Well, hello there! If we had more of these still around, we wouldn’t have to worry about our children getting enough exercise, would we? I love it!
This beauty is waiting for his turn at repainting. He was sanded down, repaired and is waiting “his turn,” as the museum docent explained to my boys. I don’t care about repainting! I want to know whose bright idea it was to have a fish as a carousel ride!
They actually let my babies sit on this one for mom to get a picture. That was pretty cool.
There are many more pictures but I’ll leave it at that, for now. The boys had fun, I had fun and we all learned quite a bit about carousels in the process.
Did you know that American carousels go counter-clockwise and British carousels go clockwise? How’s that for trivia?
This beautiful horse is actually American-made and extremely patriotic. It has our eagle and the flag wrapped around the spear he carries. The detail in the face on this one is awesome, too.
This docent was teaching my boys a new and fun word: hippocampus. It means, a horse with a fish tail. I forgot to get a good picture of the horse she was showing off, though.
Ok. Ok. I’m done. However, this collection is owned all by one family up in Oregon. When it is done at the Museum of Idaho, it goes back home to reside again. It’s never been shown anywhere else and I feel honored to have been able to see it.
Of course, now I feel bad. We left Jen home and had a family night. She didn’t get to see all the awesome pieces. I’ll have to send her another day so the boys can show her all that they saw.
Last thing for tonight – I redesigned the format of the blog and updated the front page welcome. Please take a gander and let me know what you think.