Fast forward 35 years, and this time I'm sitting in The Moore Theatre with Christian, CJ and Annabelle, watching the movie. Would you believe it was a sold out show? Eighteen hundred Pee-Wee Herman fans packed the place. We were in the very last row of the grand old theater.
The screen wasn't that huge, and the sound wasn't that great, but the movie was wonderful, as always. Hardcore fans (ourselves included) often quoted along with the show, and we laughed as hard as we'd ever laughed at all of the sight and word gags.
After the movie, Pee-Wee himself, Paul Reubens, came out onto the stage, sat in a chair and shared stories about the movie with the audience.
It was fun hearing behind-the-scenes stories, including how a then 27-year-old guy named Tim Burton wound up being the director.
Lots of the audience dressed up for the show, as various characters from the movie or Pee-Wee's Playhouse, a series on CBS back in the day. While our family didn't dress for the movie, Christian and I did dress up as "Pee-Wee's Big Adventure" costumes for Rick's wedding reception. (Christian was the escaped convict from the movie, and I was Pee-Wee dressed as his wife.)
Funny how that came full circle - me being pregnant with Rick when I first saw the movie, and then wearing a costume inspired by it for his reception. Wow!
FUN WITH FABRIC: At Christmastime, during a get together with one branch of the family tree, one of the members was wearing a standard button down shirt with a very-not-standard pocket on it. The pocket was a print of cute puppies. The wearer told us that he got it at a fair in Austin, Texas. There was a booth where people would sew a pocket on your boring ol' shirt and make it something special.
That immediately went on our 'to do' list, and a couple weeks back Annabelle and I spied these fun fat quarters at Wal-Mart. We thought they'd make perfect pockets, and so we bought them. We then set about finding shirts that would work at thrift stores.
Once we finally found a couple, it was pocket-making time. We watched a couple of videos, and then got busy.
In no time at all, we had a couple of custom dress shirts.
What an inexpensive, easy way to upscale a thrift store shirt!
RE-TREAT: On Sunday, midday, there was a knock at our door. My mind immediately went to, "Oh, no, door-to-door evangelicals!"
Fortunately, it was not that. Instead, it was our across-the-street neighbor, bringing us a big plate of rice and chicken smothered in homemade mole sauce. A Hispanic family, they were having a big party on Sunday, and their get togethers always include a vat of that amazing sauce. They know we love it, and they were so kind to share some.
We four devoured it in no time. Christian had their plate in hand and was heading for the door, ready to return it. I stopped him and said, "We can't send back an empty plate!"
So, while CJ studied Japanese, Annabelle and I set about making cookies.
Recently a recipe for THE BEST SNICKERDOODLES EVER wound up in my inbox some how, and I wanted to give it a go. I haven't made snickerdoodles since the '70s, I'm pretty sure.
During the process, Annabelle wondered aloud where snickerdoodles got their name. Naturally, that turned into a research assignment for her. Here's what she learned. ...Snickerdoodle cookies have many different theories and stories surrounding their peculiar name. Some believe they are German in origin, with “snickerdoodle” seeming to be a corruption of the German word Schneckennudeln, meaning “snail dumpling.” However, it is also quite possible that the word is a nonsense name with no specific meaning that stems from a tradition of giving cookies whimsical names to match their sweet nature. The Oxford English Dictionary defines the word’s origin as “uncertain,” so we may never really know where the name snickerdoodle came from.
I don't know that they're THE BEST EVER, but our 'snail dumplings' turned out just fine. And it was much nicer to return the plate full.
Must have been kind of weird seeing PeeWee 35 years older
ReplyDeleteIt was delightful. That movie is timeless.
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