Food for Days

Stephen has promised to do at least a short write-up of this year’s Darton Anniversary event, but I wanted to take a minute to post the MENU. If you have been laboring under the notion that SCA “feasts” tend to consist of indifferently roast beast, some kind of bland chicken-and-starch dish, leeks, maybe some mushrooms and a lot of bread, have a look at the menu Master Stefano put together for the weekend:

Friday Night: Tapas (because people would be dribbling in all evening)

bread
blanched almonds
olives
sheep feta in olive oil
blue cheese in olive oil
apple fritters in the Italian manner
egg tortillas
egg tortillas with spinach
egg tortillas and bacon
�pain and destruction� (egg tortillas with lambs brains)
fried oysters with spices and orange juice
fried clams (scallops) with spices and orange juice
fried sardines with spices and orange juice
fried bream (snapper) with spices and orange juice
fried salmon with spices and orange juice
fried squid with spices and orange juice
stewed tuna with spices, nuts and dried fruit
stewed pork loin
cured ham
cured sausage
fried gourd (zucchini) with fennel seeds in the Italian manner
fried mushrooms with garlic and parsley
pickled asparagus with white garlic sauce
pickled onions
stewed eggplant stewed figs in the French manner

Saturday And Sunday Breakfast:

bread, egg tortillas, bacon
oatmeal gruel, figs, oranges, apples
tea, coffee, cordial
butter, jam, milk, sugar

Saturday and Sunday Lunch:

empanadillas (filled bread) — the cheese and mustard ones had more of that scrummy sheep’s feta. YUM.
–Castilian hornazos (ham, pork, salami, egg)
–meat pastry (lamb, spices, egg)
–cheese, mustard
–chickpeas, hummus, herbs
pottage of noodles and vegetables
figs, oranges, apples
butter, jam, milk, sugar
tea, coffee, cordial

Saturday Night: A feast, a service followed by three courses.

Service
bread, blanched almonds, olives, boiled eggs

First Course
stewed figs in the French manner
roast chicken with green sauce
roast lamb with white garlic sauce
roast pork with apple sauce
leek pottage
chickpeas

Second Course
migraust casserole of chicken, almond, cinnamon, sugar
meat casserole of beef, mild spices
�vin alho� spicy pork casserole in the Portuguese manner
with wine, garlic, spices, plenty of pepper
moji casserole of carrots with oil, spices, bread, egg, cheese, honey
rice casserole with saffron and vegetables
beans

Third Course
�angel food� of ricotta cheese, honey, rosewater
stewed peaches with sugar and ginger
stewed cherries with sugar

Wow, that was a lot of food. Most SCA meals, I sort of pick around a lot of things not really to my liking (on account of my meat fussiness) and fill up on some inoffensive side dish or other. This one I had a choice of things I actively WANTED to stuff in my face.

Banners

I meant to post these a while ago, but here are some photos of the two banners I did the artwork for. This is at an event back in the summer, in Australia. We didn’t go, but the banners did. :^) The black one with the yellow hunting horn is the banner for our local group, the Shire of Darton. The one with the two trees is the one we did as a gift to the barony that hosts this big event every year (each of the New Zealand groups did two banners: their own, and one other).

The trees were the big work — very fiddly. But I wanted a design that wasn’t too naturalistic, looked stylized enough to be medieval, without looking like a pair of fluffy green lollipops. I got the general pattern out of Victor Rolland’s _Illustrations to the Armorial General_, but I’ve no idea where he got it. Anyway, people like them, and I was asked for an electronic copy so the design could be reused. The Barony of Rowany even gave me and Robyn, who did the sewing, special little awards forthe work we did. Pretty cool.

Unfortunately, that’s about the only photo there will ever be of the Darton horn banner looking that nice — it got rained on, and despite the dye claiming up and down to be washable — as in, you should be able to get it wet without it running all over the place — it ran all over the place. The black is now an interesting charcoal grey, and the gold is now mud. Ah well. It looks like a “relic” now, I guess.

A New Day

So, this week marks the thrid year I have been in New Zealand. And this week everything changed. A momentus occasion of discovery and joy. My long quest is over.

They now sell Cheerios in the local supermarket.

All is good with the world. And now visitors from the States no longer have to pay their way here with suitcases full of the tasty breakfast cereal. Now I just hope and pray Cheerios are successful enough in this new market to survive, as it would be a cruel hoax for them to appear and then fanish into the night.

It must be spring-

As there are lambs running around on our back hill. Not our lambs, mind you, but lambs. I have informed Stuart that he has at least 5 ewes and 3 lambs on our hill, which generated a “grrr, but I fixed the hole in the fence!” As we have plenty of grass back there, we don’t mind. And it is very amusing to watch the alpaca chase the sheep around. Lambs are apparently even more fascinating than adult sheep to Hyouki, our little fawn sheep-worrier.

Our neighbors Bruce and Jenny have come back from Europe, so hopefully the Rhodo’s they pruned back in May will start getting shifted over to their place. August is a good month for transplanting trees, before teh spring-sap starts flowing. Clearing out the garden will be good. Rhodo’s are deadly poison to alpaca, so it’s better not to have them around. And once a spot is clear, I am probably going to build a greenhouse. That should be a fun project!

Tanks for a good time!

No more Tank. Last Thursday I drove him up to Levin, and left him at a greyhound kennel for pickup Friday and transport up to his new home in Auckland. I expect he will have a very cushy life with Tiffinie, his new owner.

Of the three dogs we had, Tank was my clear favorite. He didn’t have the behavior issues of Casey, and was pretty safe with the cats, unlike Prince. He knew his name, was a happy member of the pack, and was learning how to play. I think much of the excitement he had when cats were around was a desire to play with them, I am pretty sure I caught him play-bowing to the cats on occasion! Of course the cats can’t read body language, and would run away from the giant exuberant dog!

It’s too bad our lifestyle really doesn’t suit having a dog, ’cause if I were going to have a dog, it would have been one like Tank.

We are now going to take a lengthy break from fostering greyhounds. We have been taken off the active roster, though we are still available for “emergency” placements.