I was at WoW - sort of
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stitchwhichLots of folks have written about how great their weekend was at War of the Wings. Mine was too, but I admit, I wasn't there for the activities that were planned.
It was cooking weekend. :)
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arnbiorn and opivali loaded the truck and trailer (we rented a trailer!) with five tents and all the equipment we needed to host with and off we went... carrying more iron than the army does. Got to the site around noon on Friday and began setting things up. It took until nightfall to get it all together and cost my husband a pair of glasses in the process. (And may I say, "horrah for replacement insurance and a one-day processing lab"?) mmcnealy got there after nightfall - thanks to poor directions - but safe and sound and alllll-lll on her own.
By 6am we were up and cooking. First a quick breakfast made on the coleman stove (to get the guys up and going) and then it was retired to the side storage area so we could use the table space for the real fun.
mmcnealy has already written about what she was playing with (here). I was interested in making:
Three different kinds of 'griddle breads' (the hazelnut flour did not impress me, darn it)
Grilled chicken, three of which sacrificed themselves to the Fire Gods in desperate dives off of the spreading bars of the grill
stewed carrots in butter and powder douce (yum!)
stewed celery in chicken broth (massive fail. Too much pepper. Don't know how that happened.)
I thought I was going to be clay-baking cornish game hens stuffed with blackberries, an idea I gleaned from Jacqui Wood's Prehistoric Cooking but I was defeated by pain. *sigh* I've got the little birdies here. Maybe I'll give it a try and force Arn to eat them for dinner. I didn't try to pack my Eadric-cooking gear thanks to the huge amount of stuff we were already carrying but now, of course, I regret skipping the opportunity to do more clay-pot cooking.
Anyway, aside from a trip to the farmhouse for water and a stroll through the merchants area with Lady Sophia, I didn't leave the camp. Too busy in the beginning of the event and too much in pain at the end. I've got to find a way to toughen my back when it comes to walking over grassland - the uneven hillocks and grass-clumps just jar things too much and sends me right around the pain curve. I was stuck in my chair and sucking down narcotics by the middle of Saturday afternoon, which left poor Sophia doing all the bending over the fire.
There is nothing more frustrating and shaming than not being able to carry one's weight as a work partner. By packout, I had nearly decided to absent myself from camping events. Watching everyone else do the packing (and one healthy person sitting on their hinney) had me in tears far worse than any physical pain did. I cannot imagine being able to work and choosing to let my friends and family slave away while I twiddled my thumbs in the shade... it galled me that I had to do it and I will find a way to avoid that in the future. I have no desire to be a leech on the body of the SCA...
Enough of that.
I am looking forward to St. Luke's Artisan Faire. Gonna have my 'drea here for the weekend and spend time oohing and ahhing all the talented folk. It will be so good. And for the record, no, I think I don't have anyone left in my challenge either. But that's okay - things like this normally have hesitation starts and after a sputter or two take off... the idea and the challenge is worthy and I have no doubts that the event will be successful on its own merit while later ones will only grow more beloved of our Artisans.
It was cooking weekend. :)
arnbiorn and opivali loaded the truck and trailer (we rented a trailer!) with five tents and all the equipment we needed to host with and off we went... carrying more iron than the army does. Got to the site around noon on Friday and began setting things up. It took until nightfall to get it all together and cost my husband a pair of glasses in the process. (And may I say, "horrah for replacement insurance and a one-day processing lab"?) mmcnealy got there after nightfall - thanks to poor directions - but safe and sound and alllll-lll on her own.By 6am we were up and cooking. First a quick breakfast made on the coleman stove (to get the guys up and going) and then it was retired to the side storage area so we could use the table space for the real fun.
mmcnealy has already written about what she was playing with (here). I was interested in making:Three different kinds of 'griddle breads' (the hazelnut flour did not impress me, darn it)
Grilled chicken, three of which sacrificed themselves to the Fire Gods in desperate dives off of the spreading bars of the grill
stewed carrots in butter and powder douce (yum!)
stewed celery in chicken broth (massive fail. Too much pepper. Don't know how that happened.)
I thought I was going to be clay-baking cornish game hens stuffed with blackberries, an idea I gleaned from Jacqui Wood's Prehistoric Cooking but I was defeated by pain. *sigh* I've got the little birdies here. Maybe I'll give it a try and force Arn to eat them for dinner. I didn't try to pack my Eadric-cooking gear thanks to the huge amount of stuff we were already carrying but now, of course, I regret skipping the opportunity to do more clay-pot cooking.
Anyway, aside from a trip to the farmhouse for water and a stroll through the merchants area with Lady Sophia, I didn't leave the camp. Too busy in the beginning of the event and too much in pain at the end. I've got to find a way to toughen my back when it comes to walking over grassland - the uneven hillocks and grass-clumps just jar things too much and sends me right around the pain curve. I was stuck in my chair and sucking down narcotics by the middle of Saturday afternoon, which left poor Sophia doing all the bending over the fire.
There is nothing more frustrating and shaming than not being able to carry one's weight as a work partner. By packout, I had nearly decided to absent myself from camping events. Watching everyone else do the packing (and one healthy person sitting on their hinney) had me in tears far worse than any physical pain did. I cannot imagine being able to work and choosing to let my friends and family slave away while I twiddled my thumbs in the shade... it galled me that I had to do it and I will find a way to avoid that in the future. I have no desire to be a leech on the body of the SCA...
Enough of that.
I am looking forward to St. Luke's Artisan Faire. Gonna have my 'drea here for the weekend and spend time oohing and ahhing all the talented folk. It will be so good. And for the record, no, I think I don't have anyone left in my challenge either. But that's okay - things like this normally have hesitation starts and after a sputter or two take off... the idea and the challenge is worthy and I have no doubts that the event will be successful on its own merit while later ones will only grow more beloved of our Artisans.
