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.