SCA event
Today was baronial 12th night, a nice little event. This is the third year in a row in this format -- Sunday, free, pot-luck -- so I think it's now established as ancient tradition. It was a fun event, which is also tradition. :-)
For the pot-luck I brought a loaf of bread (bread machine, but I sliced it at home so that was less obvious) and an egg-cheese casserole from A Drizzle of Honey (speculative reconstruction, expulsion-era Spanish). This was the second time I've made the casserole; this time I left the parsley out and almost all of it got eaten. I think people may have been weirded out the first time by green stuff (not obviously spinach) in eggs, or something. I think it's quite tasty; the secret is in the mix of cheeses, and in the spices.
I brought my dulcimer to play for dancing in the evening, but things ran late and dancing, predictably, got squished. I could have played for 30-45 minutes, but Dani was feeling tired and we were losing people rapidly, so after determining that there were other musicians who were staying I agreed to go home. Some other time... it's been so long since we've had a local event with significant dancing that I can't remember the last time I played. Lately we've been having either specialized events (like next month's Viking event) or awkward halls (hard to kick non-dancers out when there's only one room).
There was a silent auction to benefit the barony. On a whim I bid on the one-hour fencing lesson (no equipment required) offered by Christian, a fencer who I gather is quite good, but I didn't win the item. It would have been an easy way to get an introduction; since I'm curious but know I'm not going to take it up "for real", I would feel funny showing up at a practice and asking them to teach me for an afternoon. Some other time; it's not like I don't know any fencers, after all. :-)
And speaking of dancers and fencers, congratulations to
lyev for receiving a writ of summons for the Laurel at
yesterday's kingdom 12th night! (Elevation at Ice Dragon.)
Ii Genesii, the local comedia troupe, gave a fun little
performance today. Edmundo is working out well as a replacement for
tangerinpenguin in the role of Pantalone. This was
also the debut of Brandubh as Arlaquino. They've got a good group.
There was also a competition to choose the next baroness' bard.
There were four entrants this year.
blackpaladin told
two stories and told them very well; were it my choice I would have
picked him. Another storyteller did a good job and was chosen by
the baroness. A visitor at her first event played two dances on
recorder and played them well. The fourth was a college student who,
as far as I know, did her first solo performing today. I remember how
nervous I was the first time I stood up at an event. It can be very
intimidating.
I spent some time talking with the visitor, in part because I didn't recognize her and in part because one of the pieces she played was an estampie and I particularly enjoy that repertoire. It turns out that she just moved to Pittsburgh from Greece; she had been wanting to hook up with the SCA for a while, but there wasn't a group near where she lived. She found the event through our web site, and is now hooked up with the local musicians (choir and instrumental). She was hesitant to play for dancing tonight because she didn't think she could play quickly enough, but I pointed out that the pieces she played in the competition were not faster than our dance music (and might have been harder pieces), and it looks like she has some sight-reading skill. (She is an experienced musician, though more voice and piano than recorder.) She seems like a really nice person; I hope she got a favorable impression of us too.
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LOL! I know what you mean. I *hate* giving medicine to the kitties (not that I've had to in years, but pilling a cat is usually an exercise in strength, cunning and ability to withstand sharp pointy things. :-) Glad the food mixture's working out for you!
That reminds me of a story....
When I lived in CA, we had a deck behind the house, and apparently it was harboring fleas. Probably some critter was living under there. We had a cat who was allergic to fleas, so this became a real problem. In searching for less toxic and more effective flea treatments, I happened to notice that the neighbor's cat, who spent a lot of time on our deck, was flea-free. I asked her owner about that, and she said, "Oh, yes, we give our cats garlic pills and that keeps them free of fleas."
"Garlic pills?"
"Oh, yes, the cats love them. They think they're treats, and will come running when we open the jar. They'll eat them from our hands, but usually we crumble them onto their food. Let me get you some." So she went back and returned with four honking big -- larger than nickel-sized, and more than a centimeter thick, I couldn't have swallowed them whole without choking -- cakes of what seemed to be garlic power.
I thanked her for the pills; having an errand to run, I set them on the counter in the kitchen.
When I returned, there was one garlic pill on the counter.
There was a half a gnawed garlic pill in the sink.
A week or so later, the remains of a half-eaten pill were found under the fridge.
Never found the fourth one.
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That's wonderful!
I think I will be attending Ice Dragon this year.
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Once upon a time I had to dose Amber with medicine from a tiny toothpaste tube. It must have been an acquired taste - he went from struggling as I forced it into his mouth to eagerly licking it off my fingers to leaving little pairs of puncture holes through the aluminum.