I’m going to back up and talk about Simplefare. I’d initially planned to just gloss past it, butgalingale
just sent me a much better photo than any *I* got, so I’ll mention it.
Simplefare was Charlotte’s first SCA event. Very appropriate, since both her father and I started up in Fennbrycg. I believe that a Simplefare was also her father’s first event, and it was my second. We showed up to work like dogs in the kitchen all day. That’s what we DO at Simplefare. Honestly, ifvynehorn
were to kick us out of the kitchen, I’m not quite sure what I’d do with myself all day. The potential issue was of course, dealing with a newborn. Our plan was to stash her out of the way in a bin/basket on a counter or in a corner, on the theory that she could sleep on the counter at Simplefare just as easily as she could sleep on a blanket on the floor at home. Then we’d take turns dealing with her when she woke up, and at some point I’d pump and Bob would give her a bottle.
Pre-cook on Friday went fairly well – we located a good piece of counter and got the basket set in place for the next day. I plowed through de-stemming a huge number of mushrooms with the help of Johanna and a couple of ladies whose names I didn’t get. She slept through it all. So Saturday, we loaded her up and headed out. We were later than I’d wanted, so the parking was crappy, but Bob dropped off us and the stuff and went to park the car. We settled her into her basket, and got to work. I’m not really sure what I did for the rest of the day – it was the usual Simplefare stuff: mash frozen berries, put things into ovens, take things out of ovens, stir the soup, count bowls, run the dishwasher, etc. Followed, of course, by gulping down dinner in between plating the courses.
I love Simplefare. Really. It’s one of my personal touchstones, and I’m not sure why. If you look at it intellectually, there is something very wrong with the idea. I drive to the other end of the state after work to stand and prep food until 9:00 or 10:00pm on Friday and get home late. Then I get up early on Saturday to drive back, spend the day on my feet either cooking, washing, or plating, and gulp my dinner in order to get back in the kitchen in time to help prep the next course. By the end of the day, I’m exhausted, cranky, hot, and my feet and back are lumps of pain. AND I pay for the privilege of doing this. And I love it. We could have actually attended the event this year, and no one would have thought less of us. Who in their right mind would come to work the Simplefare kitchen with a newborn? But it would have been a huge disappointment to have missed this exercise in self abuse. I’m not really sure what that says about me. But it’s very satisfying to have another Simplefare come off, and know that I was a small part of making that happen.
But I digress. Charlotte slept almost all day. She nursed once, and needed a couple of diaper changes. A couple of times she fussed a bit, but by the time I had turned around, someone else had usually scooped her up and soothed her back to sleep. She spent the day in a kitchen in full cry and never even twitched. I think it’s a very auspicious beginning.
The Gatoraide? That's over there on the counter between the fire extinguisher and the baby...