Yow. It's over.
Jan. 12th, 2003 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pixel39Well, Twelfth Night is over (and various other people will probably be posting their "Wow, it's over" entries sometime this week) and I survived. People got fed, on time, they liked it, and the leftovers except the cheese were spoken for. Yay me!
Those of you who don't care, can skip this entry, because it will be rather overwhelmingly about feast. Anyway.
The menu was:
on the tables: bread (both wastel and a multi-grain flatbread), butter, salt, and soft white cheese with a drizzle of honey on the top
first course: hennys in bruet, caboches in potage, roast elk with perverade, and barley cooked in veggie broth
second course: cormarye, porray of pesen, losyns, tarts in applis
third course: syrosye, rysmole, and darioles
to drink, water and apple juice (because real cider is just way too pricey)
The vegetables and noodles were cooked outside on propane stoves, under a canopy, because we were not allowed to use the site's stoves/ovens/steam table. Everthing else was either precooked and just thawed and heated for service, or cooked in roasters.
Dinner was ready on time, and everything was hot that should have been, except the barley which was merely warm, but that's ok. I don't think anybody complained to me about the barley not being piping hot. There were some tables who wouldn't let the servers clear the trays--I know of at least one table who defended their tart fairly vigorously, and another table wanted more cormarye and losyns before we were done serving everybody else.
It was a long day. The alarm went off at 6, and I think we got to sleep after 1. I was home before midnight, but David and I spent a certain amount of time decompressing on the couch with hot tea and a can of Strongbow. The cats were wired, because they'd been alone all day--I think they're still a bit edgy from this fall, and I can't really blame them. So they ran about beating on each other, and did a lot of running back and forth gerping, or at least Koshka did a certain amount of gerping. Iniki just doesn't gerp, really.
And now for the kicker--I've had laryngitis since Thursday night. I still have no voice, which is going to make work tomorrow terribly exciting. I took Friday off to do last minute shopping and packing of truck and such, Thursday I felt like hell and went into work late, but I still had a voice then. Now I have none. Yesterday afternoon my cold reached the stage where I was occasionally attempting, not very successfully, to cough up goo out of my lungs. Luckily, my assistant is capable of being loud, so I did a lot of whispering and she did a lot of relaying that info at a higher volume.
So, on my end of things it was a success. Nobody went away hungry, as far as I know, and lots of people came to the kitchen to thank me and stuff. The truck is still full of serving stuff, and since Edwin was the one who did most of the loading, it's packed a tad on the haphazard side. Somewhere in there is my microprocessor, and some of my knives, and three of my big bowls, and I will want them soonish, I think. And, a pan of the syrosye, that Edwin wanted. He's apparently very fond of it, not that I blame him. It's really good.
Now, I need to go through the rest of the receipts, photocopy them, and submit them to Cutter for reimbursement. Whee. Math again. And make notes to self, and start work on the article for the North Star about feast--what it was supposed to have been, what it ended up being, why particular foods were served at particular times, etc. Stuff on humoral theory, and what was period for 13th century Ireland in January, and that sort of thing. And why the syrosye was an extremely huge deal (which probably one person might have noticed).
And deal with the leftover cheese, of which there is much. I see cheesecake in the future, cheesecake and potentially some more redactions.
At work I need to get Red Hat 8 installed, but first I need the damn system to recognize the hard drive at all. Feh. I hate computers.
Those of you who don't care, can skip this entry, because it will be rather overwhelmingly about feast. Anyway.
The menu was:
on the tables: bread (both wastel and a multi-grain flatbread), butter, salt, and soft white cheese with a drizzle of honey on the top
first course: hennys in bruet, caboches in potage, roast elk with perverade, and barley cooked in veggie broth
second course: cormarye, porray of pesen, losyns, tarts in applis
third course: syrosye, rysmole, and darioles
to drink, water and apple juice (because real cider is just way too pricey)
The vegetables and noodles were cooked outside on propane stoves, under a canopy, because we were not allowed to use the site's stoves/ovens/steam table. Everthing else was either precooked and just thawed and heated for service, or cooked in roasters.
Dinner was ready on time, and everything was hot that should have been, except the barley which was merely warm, but that's ok. I don't think anybody complained to me about the barley not being piping hot. There were some tables who wouldn't let the servers clear the trays--I know of at least one table who defended their tart fairly vigorously, and another table wanted more cormarye and losyns before we were done serving everybody else.
It was a long day. The alarm went off at 6, and I think we got to sleep after 1. I was home before midnight, but David and I spent a certain amount of time decompressing on the couch with hot tea and a can of Strongbow. The cats were wired, because they'd been alone all day--I think they're still a bit edgy from this fall, and I can't really blame them. So they ran about beating on each other, and did a lot of running back and forth gerping, or at least Koshka did a certain amount of gerping. Iniki just doesn't gerp, really.
And now for the kicker--I've had laryngitis since Thursday night. I still have no voice, which is going to make work tomorrow terribly exciting. I took Friday off to do last minute shopping and packing of truck and such, Thursday I felt like hell and went into work late, but I still had a voice then. Now I have none. Yesterday afternoon my cold reached the stage where I was occasionally attempting, not very successfully, to cough up goo out of my lungs. Luckily, my assistant is capable of being loud, so I did a lot of whispering and she did a lot of relaying that info at a higher volume.
So, on my end of things it was a success. Nobody went away hungry, as far as I know, and lots of people came to the kitchen to thank me and stuff. The truck is still full of serving stuff, and since Edwin was the one who did most of the loading, it's packed a tad on the haphazard side. Somewhere in there is my microprocessor, and some of my knives, and three of my big bowls, and I will want them soonish, I think. And, a pan of the syrosye, that Edwin wanted. He's apparently very fond of it, not that I blame him. It's really good.
Now, I need to go through the rest of the receipts, photocopy them, and submit them to Cutter for reimbursement. Whee. Math again. And make notes to self, and start work on the article for the North Star about feast--what it was supposed to have been, what it ended up being, why particular foods were served at particular times, etc. Stuff on humoral theory, and what was period for 13th century Ireland in January, and that sort of thing. And why the syrosye was an extremely huge deal (which probably one person might have noticed).
And deal with the leftover cheese, of which there is much. I see cheesecake in the future, cheesecake and potentially some more redactions.
At work I need to get Red Hat 8 installed, but first I need the damn system to recognize the hard drive at all. Feh. I hate computers.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
Food is Good
Date: 2003-01-13 07:40 am (UTC)And I'm not all biased, of course :-D
no subject
Date: 2003-01-14 08:25 pm (UTC)