Hmmm Moody
Jun. 16th, 2006 11:48 pmIt is perhaps not reasonable to nearly cry when one sees one's husband use the one-and-only 'favorite' washcloth that one uses in the shower....used to mop up a spill from under the leaking water heater. Husband said, "What's the problem? It's only a washrag!" Wife responds, "The one that I use to clean those parts of me... um, well, you know - my favorite washcloth!" (I did not tell him that I spent over an hour hand-stitching the raveling edges because it really is my favorite.) And husband responds, "So? It'll clean." then goes back to using it on the rough and un-swept cement floor. I'm tempted to go find his favorite T-shirt...
Sometimes, I am made strongly aware that there are differences in outlook between Arni and me. This would be one of those times.
Tomorrow will shine bright and early (my time) as we head to the far edges of South Eastern Virginia (the Back Bay area) to demonstrate medieval life to whoever shows up at the Pungo library. 5 hours of demo during the heat of the day, then tear-down, pack-out and home to air conditioner and shower... I talked the guys into setting up the tents in such a way that they will be in the shade of a BIG ole tree by tear-down time. ("See, look, if we set up here, the fighters - all three of them - can fight in the shade and the 'field' be edged by the pavilions...").
I'm rather excited by the new 'station' I'm creating - we went food-shopping at two different stores in order to pick up the veggies, fruits, and spices I'll use tomorrow for the New World/Old World Sorting Contest. I bought extra bits in case something suffers a catastrophic crush/smash/drop. And took the 26 or so pages that I'd gathered of historical information and edited them down to 6 not-quite bare-bones pages... that was tough, since I wanted to keep the little bits that are trivial but memory-enhancing, such as the part about avocados being named for testicles (can't tell kids that!) or that bananas came to us via Alexander the Great - sort of (I know the whole story, now, and practiced it on Shawn, who pronounced it "neat!", with enough sincerity that I don't think he was just trying to make me feel good).
So anyway, I'm going to have fun tomorrow telling people about food.
Did you know that eggplants were brought to Europe by way of Turkey/Iraq and that Anglo-Saxons had them... yet no one (Christian)European thought to eat the things until the reign of King Louis XIV? They all just thought they were 'pretty'! (I agree. It's a pretty fruit. DON'T make me contemplate eating it. *shudder* slimy stuff.)
(Okay, well, I have conditionally set myself to possibly tasting it if prepared by a *very* short list of cooks who I trust.)
Sometimes, I am made strongly aware that there are differences in outlook between Arni and me. This would be one of those times.
Tomorrow will shine bright and early (my time) as we head to the far edges of South Eastern Virginia (the Back Bay area) to demonstrate medieval life to whoever shows up at the Pungo library. 5 hours of demo during the heat of the day, then tear-down, pack-out and home to air conditioner and shower... I talked the guys into setting up the tents in such a way that they will be in the shade of a BIG ole tree by tear-down time. ("See, look, if we set up here, the fighters - all three of them - can fight in the shade and the 'field' be edged by the pavilions...").
I'm rather excited by the new 'station' I'm creating - we went food-shopping at two different stores in order to pick up the veggies, fruits, and spices I'll use tomorrow for the New World/Old World Sorting Contest. I bought extra bits in case something suffers a catastrophic crush/smash/drop. And took the 26 or so pages that I'd gathered of historical information and edited them down to 6 not-quite bare-bones pages... that was tough, since I wanted to keep the little bits that are trivial but memory-enhancing, such as the part about avocados being named for testicles (can't tell kids that!) or that bananas came to us via Alexander the Great - sort of (I know the whole story, now, and practiced it on Shawn, who pronounced it "neat!", with enough sincerity that I don't think he was just trying to make me feel good).
So anyway, I'm going to have fun tomorrow telling people about food.
Did you know that eggplants were brought to Europe by way of Turkey/Iraq and that Anglo-Saxons had them... yet no one (Christian)European thought to eat the things until the reign of King Louis XIV? They all just thought they were 'pretty'! (I agree. It's a pretty fruit. DON'T make me contemplate eating it. *shudder* slimy stuff.)
(Okay, well, I have conditionally set myself to possibly tasting it if prepared by a *very* short list of cooks who I trust.)