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So, I made it back from Jamestown alive.

It went well - for the first time, I actually had enough silver that I could lay out the Governor's meal and have it look snazzy:



 
I cooked a lamb pie (should be mutton, but can you find mutton easily? nooooooo), oysters rolled in breadcrumbs and fried, smoked (then broiled, for that "cooked" look) mackerel pike, whole clams boiled, accompanied by a mustard butter sauce, fruit pasties, and bread.

Okay, I didn't cook the bread, but I did have to make a special trip out for it since I forgot to get it when I got the other things. 

I also had a small sugar loaf, dried (to rock-hard consistency) fruit, and a spice box, with sample spices on a small silver plate for discussion purposes (the kids love to see the spices, and the sugar is one of my talking points).  I laid out a plate, bowl, and silverware for the "Governor", and had a cut piece of pie and a broken apart pastie so that visitors could see the insides of the baked goods.

By the way, thawed oysters in a bowl?  Like dipping your hand into a giant bowl of cold snot.  I love raw oysters, but the feel of a bunch of them in a bowl is... words fail me to describe it in any other way than snot.

On the other hand, the pie was gorgeous.  Dice uncooked lamb, fry it in a pan, and reserve the fat and juices.  Crumble 3-4 slices of slightly stale (but not hard) bread into small crumbs in a bowl, then add 2 egg yolks, salt, and enough milk to slightly moisten the breadcrumbs (so the yolk can be distributed throughout the breadcrumbs - make it into a hard paste).  Add the juices and fat, and stir to blend (it should be a thick but pourable paste - if it's too liquid, add more breadcrumbs).  Put the lamb chunks in the pastry shell, and pour the breadcrumb mixture over.  Put the top pastry shell on, cut venting holes, and bake for 30-35 minutes in a 325 degree oven, or until the top pastry is golden brown, and the filling is set (check through the venting holes).  Bob declared it "delicious".  I cannot tell you, since I am staying gluten-free right now, and it is a decidedly non-gluten free recipe.  But Bob liked it.

Interpreting the Governor's house is always fun, but it's cold, and often lonely.  I didn't realize some of my friends were even there, since the only time I saw them was at the end, when we were leaving.  It would have been nice if they'd stopped by to say hello, but never mind.  However, I did have stringmonkey  and findlaech 's excellent company for the second day, and it was awesome to be able to leave and go stand in the sun to warm up a couple of times without feeling guilty. 

I feel weird if I'm not working 100% of the time when I'm there - I made the choice to interpret the Governor's house, and I do it pretty exclusively, since everyone else is always busy doing other things, and I feel bad if someone is pulled off their station to cover me for lunch, since it's cold, and they're not as familiar with it.  It was nice to have someone there the whole time.

...especially since I was completely buzzed on painkillers the whole time, as we had the hotel room from Hell (we called it "Death Room, the Room that Hates People" Patton Oswalt joke), which was supposed to be for handicapped people (yeah, we didn't know, and they didn't tell us).  Apparently, that hotel hates handicapped people, since the bed was like stone, there was no armchair, and they put the remote on top of the TV where someone in a wheelchair couldn't reach it.  Ditto for anything to be hung up - the wardrobe was almost too high for me to hang things up.  Also, they decided that handicapped people didn't need full-length mirrors.  It sucked.  The bed was so bad, I actually woke Bob up because I was moaning in my sleep - I was dreaming someone was torturing me. 

But Jamestown, as always, made up for such things by being absolutely beautiful:

 

We were going to go to the farm for the rest of the weekend, but I was mad tired, so we went home instead. It was sad to miss the farm, but it meant that I was able for the first time in ages to tidy up my studio so I could work in it.  We put together about five boxes and four bags of stuff for the thrift, and I have a studio again.  Once I was finished, I spent some time cataloguing some of my vintage clothing collection, and took some photos of some of my other older bits.  I'll post photos of the clothes tomorrow (because I want to, that's why), but here are a few of my favourite non-clothing acquisitions...

As some of you know, I'm big into WWII ephemera, especially anything that specifically talks about the war:

 

Bob got me the Pearl Harbor pins, and I found the "Victory" hairpins locally.  The cigarette card came from the old garage at the farm (it was filled with all sorts of junk), which is why it's in such poor condition.  The cookbook came from one of my antique store forays.  I think it cost maybe $3.  Note the sponsor - Lysol.  Back then, Lysol was just changing over from recommending dilute Lysol as a "feminine lavage".  Good for all household uses!

Most recently, Bob found this great WWII pin at the local antique mall:

 

If you can't tell, the mother-of-pearl base is carved into the shape of an officer's cap.  Neat, huh?  As you can see from the second picture, I can't resist little tins and such, either - if it's small and dates pre-1960s, I fall for it:

 

Most of those are laxatives and indigestion pills, so ick, but look at the great graphics on the Tums - they're so boring now, what happened?

Finally, I have a weakness for strange things that have gone so far beyond what they were originally designed for, that they have become, without any such intention, art.  Behold the ashtray all SCAdians need:

 

Is that not awesome?  You can see why I couldn't resist it, can't you?  Best part is that I spent less than $10 on it. 

More vintage fun tomorrow afternoon - I'm uploading from home, as I'm super-busy at work.   *hugs new shiny fast home internets*

BTW, we saw Quantum of Solace this afternoon.  Great movie.  Go see it if you haven't already.

 

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perilousknits
Dec. 1st, 2008 04:03 am (UTC)
Re: the ashtray...
I was just about to write the same thing! The astray reminds me a lot of the ceramic frog my grandmother keeps next to her sink (the sponge goes in the frogs great big open mouth, of course).
xntryk
Dec. 1st, 2008 06:50 am (UTC)
Re: the ashtray...
And that's what I thought it was for at first. Though my mom uses those sort of things to plant herbs in, which gives them the strange illusion of having allowed something to crawl into their mouths and die and turn green.

Um, sorry... maybe inappropriate. It's the belly talking.
attack_laurel
Dec. 1st, 2008 10:57 am (UTC)
Re: the ashtray...
It is, alas, a little small for that - it's about 3.5" high, and the opening is only really large enough for cigarettes. If it was cleaned out (it is still a little black from its original use), it could hold small things on a dressing table or desk, but that's about it.
hsifeng
Dec. 1st, 2008 01:25 am (UTC)
I found that the folks who attended my Medieval/Renaissance workshop in SF *loved* exploring the spice box I had set out. There were so many items in it that they didn't have any familiarity with, and since it was a foodie group they got to sample the dishes I had brought was well. It was a lot of work, but damn that was a fun class to host. *grin*
cathgrace
Dec. 1st, 2008 01:27 am (UTC)
Hooray for faster internet! Hey is there any way I can get you to send me a link to that girls dress, you know the purple one with the cool applique that you showed me when we were at plymouth? The 19th century one? That one that was in that book too.......right?
attack_laurel
Dec. 1st, 2008 10:59 am (UTC)
The one that was the empire dress? Yea, I can scan and send a link.

It's The Art of Dress by Jane Ashelford, btw. :)
cathgrace
Dec. 1st, 2008 12:27 pm (UTC)
thanks, you don't need to scan anything if it's too much bother, I just need to send my sister a link showing applied self bias decorations actually sewn to a garment, and I think that one is a lovely example.
theodorad
Dec. 1st, 2008 01:30 am (UTC)
Now I am sad to have missed Foode & Feastes.
mistressarafina
Dec. 1st, 2008 02:51 am (UTC)
I love the pics of the dinner. Is there an actual Governor who gets to enjoy the meal?
attack_laurel
Dec. 1st, 2008 11:00 am (UTC)
No, we don't play parts - but everyone thinks Bob is the Governor when he comes in. Some day I'm going to dress him up and say he is the Governor.
pinkleader
Dec. 1st, 2008 03:25 am (UTC)
Sorry I didn't make it by the Governor's House to visit on Friday. It is always one of my favorite displays. But once I joined Sandy outside at the bread-making station it was non-stop talking to visitors.
attack_laurel
Dec. 1st, 2008 11:01 am (UTC)
I know - it's hard to get away - but at least I got to say hi when I was holding Henrietta, eh? Will you be at practice Tuesday?
pinkleader
Dec. 1st, 2008 04:35 pm (UTC)
Yes, Thank You for the brief chicken visit. (You Haz Da Powar!)
We plan to be at practice tomorrow, hooraz birthdayz!
attack_laurel
Dec. 1st, 2008 06:46 pm (UTC)
Yay!
not_justagirl
Dec. 1st, 2008 03:31 am (UTC)
that table is absolutely stunning! You are such an inspiration... thank you for sharing you pics!
ornerie
Dec. 1st, 2008 05:16 am (UTC)
what fun!

and if it helps, the "lamb" in this country is often over a year old making it pretty muttony in my book :)

its bland life and bland diet means it wont be as strong as "real" mutton.

or so my research suggests....
attack_laurel
Dec. 1st, 2008 11:03 am (UTC)
Real mutton - the kind they get in Scotland from the sheep they set out grazing in the hills - is quite strong and "muttony", but very good. A lot of Brits (and, I'm told, Aussies) prefer mutton over lamb, because it's a lot less bland. :)
naath
Dec. 1st, 2008 12:13 pm (UTC)
Many food-authors I have read extol the virtues of mutton. This does not make it easy to *buy* mutton in England; although you can sometimes get it if you ask a butcher to find you some.
ornerie
Dec. 1st, 2008 02:07 pm (UTC)
I'd heard that! I grew up on home raised sheeps, and we slaughtered them after about a year and a half. I remember lamb tasting like something. the store bought stuff? not so much (tho I can pay a premium price for grass fed stuff, which is closer)

*sigh*. what they've done to our food supply is criminal I think...
wortschmiedin
Dec. 1st, 2008 08:28 am (UTC)
I positively adore the knight :D
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christianet
Dec. 1st, 2008 06:53 pm (UTC)
This reminds me that Holly Night at Pennsbury Manor is coming up ... they do a good sweetmeats display there (sugar dishes, cups, candied caraway seeds, etc.). I'll also get to stick an orange full of cloves, as well as throw holly into the fire for a good New Year.

Haven't been to Jamestown since our honeymoon in '92 ... we should go back, because all of the recreated buildings were put up since then.

Have you ever been to Pennsbury Manor?
donal_mac_r
Dec. 3rd, 2008 01:09 am (UTC)
Our church had a Diocesan Convention a couple of years ago and closed it with a service in the church at Jamestown (the one built over the ruins) using Archbishop Cranmer's Prayer Book.

I would love to build a church in that architectural style, with modern features of course. But the architecture is timeless (though considering when that church was actually built I wouldn't vouch for its authenticity).
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