It's all good
Jan. 23rd, 2006 10:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichWe gave away 100 copies of my little picture collection of Pennsic... one person wrote to me to tell me how she liked it. She's so sweet. And her note reminded me of how gracious she's been all the time I've known her - quietly, consistently, kindly. Every time I think of her, it makes me smile. I hope other folks liked it - I was ridiculously uncomfortable about giving such a mundane gift as a 12thNight gift but at the same time, it's so SCAdian. Next year I'm back to 'normal' things!
I boiled up 4 dozen eggs last night to start beef-brining them. That's more than half of how many I'm serving so it feels good. Well - it feels good *now* before I start peeling them (and yes, I know all the tricks. It's still tedious!) (And no, Perry-who-is-buying-a-house, I didn't call... because YOU, good sir, are BUSY and this is piddley work.) The chunk o'pork is getting tossed into the oven tomorrow. Or maybe today, if I can convince myself that I really want to set my alarm clock to keep getting up to check it.
Zack, my eldest son, turned 27 yesterday. Funny, I don't feel as old as I'm sure that tidbit should make me. maybe this November when I turn 50... and maybe not. I've never been good at that whole 'age' game.
Gotta go peel eggs, drain a cooler of salty water, bake a piggy, and then start cutting out Arni's garb for this weekend. Elizabethan garb. Glad it's a 'low-brow seaside tavern' because my sewing skills, such as they are, are not up to my standards for this set of garb! Medieval (Viking era, Norman, Anglo-Saxon) I can produce in a couple of hours but this stuff makes me need to think. And that's hard to do outside of cooking venues right now. I comfort myself that this is all going to be in cotton anyway, so 'isn't really garb'. (By my definitions. Ya'll get to have your own, you know.) But it is by Arni's so I'd best do my best.
I boiled up 4 dozen eggs last night to start beef-brining them. That's more than half of how many I'm serving so it feels good. Well - it feels good *now* before I start peeling them (and yes, I know all the tricks. It's still tedious!) (And no, Perry-who-is-buying-a-house, I didn't call... because YOU, good sir, are BUSY and this is piddley work.) The chunk o'pork is getting tossed into the oven tomorrow. Or maybe today, if I can convince myself that I really want to set my alarm clock to keep getting up to check it.
Zack, my eldest son, turned 27 yesterday. Funny, I don't feel as old as I'm sure that tidbit should make me. maybe this November when I turn 50... and maybe not. I've never been good at that whole 'age' game.
Gotta go peel eggs, drain a cooler of salty water, bake a piggy, and then start cutting out Arni's garb for this weekend. Elizabethan garb. Glad it's a 'low-brow seaside tavern' because my sewing skills, such as they are, are not up to my standards for this set of garb! Medieval (Viking era, Norman, Anglo-Saxon) I can produce in a couple of hours but this stuff makes me need to think. And that's hard to do outside of cooking venues right now. I comfort myself that this is all going to be in cotton anyway, so 'isn't really garb'. (By my definitions. Ya'll get to have your own, you know.) But it is by Arni's so I'd best do my best.
