tysolna: (WTF!)
I can't even write an entry a week let alone do challenges... Oooh look at that shiny writing challenge over there!

Heh. I'm a starter. I love to start things. I get enthusiastic. And then...

Well.
tysolna: (Medieval Shouting Snail)
I am mad enough to do this: 100 Days of A&S Challenge.
(A&S, for those not au fait with SCA-speak, stands for Arts & Sciences, aka "everything that does not involve hitting other people with sticks or shooting things with arrows"; it can be anything from fibre arts, cooking, scribal arts, music, research in general, etc.)

Since there is a lot of stuff I want / need to be doing to prepare for this year's Raglan, the challenge seems like a Good Thing. We'll see.

Things to do:

Finish dress 1.
Start dress 2 (and finish it).
Finish embroidering a cap.
Research medieval music.
Try the leatherworking.
Start the learning of illumination.
Start the learning of medieval writing.
See what else is out there...
tysolna: (food)
(originally posted October 2016)

Original recipe from godecookery.com.

I made it from two chicken thighs (with skin and bones), no added chicken stock; replaced the hyssop (which I didn’t have) with a bit of mint and sumac; took the red wine vinegar option; no saffron. Since I had dried herbs I put them in while cooking, same with the spices because I think it imparts more flavour when herbs and spices are put in while cooking and not at the end.

The bread is half rye half plain flour with black and white sesame seeds and caraway.

Very yummy indeed!

tysolna: (food)
(originally posted June 2016)

taken from from Mark Grant: Roman Cookery, Serif 2008; original recipe by Anthimus in “On Foods”

200g lentils (he uses Puy, I used ordinary lentils)
1 tsp red vine vinegar (I only had white wine vinegar but I added a dash of red wine)
2 tsp sumac
1 slice of lemon
1 tsp olive oil
2 tsp ground coriander
salt

Boil the lentils in water for about 30 minutes or until tender. Drain off the water, add the seasonings, cover with water and let simmer with the lid on for about 20 minutes.

Add more vinegar, sumac and coriander to taste, a pinch of brown sugar to round it.

A nice, sour and spicy lentil dish. For meat eaters, I am sure some sausages on the side would do well. Serve with bread.

Tastes even better the next day.
tysolna: (food)
(originally posted June 2016)

Basic recipe from “Prehistoric Cooking” by Jaqui Wood, The History Press 2011.

(for 2 people)

2 loin of pork
4 apples
1 bunch of chives
500g peas (I used a can; frozen or fresh would be better)
1 bottle of brown ale (I used Newcastle Brown Ale, other ales are available)
Salt and pepper to taste, a little vinegar or lemon juice

Brown the pork. Add the chopped apples, chives and peas, and cover with the beer. Let it stew until the liquid has halfway evaporated and the pork is tender. Serve with bread.

The combination of apples and ale gives this stew a sweet and slightly bitter taste. I added a little bit of vinegar to soften the sweetness, which depending on the apples used may or may not be needed.
tysolna: (food)
(originally posted June 2016)

Taken from Jaqui Wood, “Prehistoric Cooking”, The History Press 2011.

100g oatmeal
100g flour (she calls for barley flour, I used plain white for the first try)
20g butter
salt
milk to mix

Mix the flours together, rub in the butter, add the salt. Mix to a soft dough with the milk.
Form into small (and flat!) cakes and cook on a hot griddle until firm and brown.

Has a nice, nutty flavour; goes well with butter and cheese. Also a good addition to a soup or stew.

Addendum: Upon experimentation, the butter is not needed, milk will do fine. The mixture mustn't be too dry. Seeds (nuts, sesame...) and flavourings (coriander, caraway, dried herbs...) can be added for taste variations.

I've been doing these a couple of times now on weekends, and they're really good.
tysolna: (Medieval Shouting Snail)
Society of Creative Anachronism. The Middle Ages like they were supposed to be (so, minus the wars and plagues and death at an early age etc), from 600 to 1600. Not re-enactment, which is a lot more period specific and a lot more strict, and not, on the other end of the spectrum, LARP, which is, let's face it, fantasy. Both re-enactment and LARP are great, and in another reality I might have ended up in either of those two, but the people who had a booth at the London Worldcon in 2014 were SCA. I put my name and email down on their sign-up sheet, was invited to the next Revel, and the rest, no pun intended, is history.

What being a part of the SCA does for you, apart from meeting cool people (and the occasional oddball), feasting and carousing, is that it not only opens doors, it runs up to them and kicks them so hard that the doors fly off the hinges.

I've cooked and baked medieval food (and on one memorable occasion baked a baker's dozen of bread loaves). I've learned medieval dances and songs. I've started to do embroidery, and am starting to learn illumination and calligraphy. I've spent a week in a tent at a Welsh castle ruin with dozens of others, wearing period clothes and generally being medievally awesome. I've rekindled and relit my interest in history, and (to the delight of my mother) am focussing on Czech medieval history, specifically the early 15th century. I will sew my own dress (Me! Can you imagine.) The SCA isn't just one hobby, it is a space where you can use and transform your hobbies and skills, and learn new things.

Anyway, enough gushing.

I've checked my SCA blog, and the only thing that is worth moving over are the recipes, which I will do in the coming days.

Three-day weekend, huzzah!
tysolna: (Default)
I've just deleted my LJ.

I know everything I've posted in the past is here, as are all comments. It just feels very weird nevertheless. It was the blog I started with all those many years ago.

On another note, I am wondering if I should merge the wordpress account I am keeping for my SCA exploits with this journal here (not that the SCA wordpress has many entries anyway) to consolidate, as it were, my internet presence and blogging activity.

Since at the moment I have exactly one reader (Hello!) and am keeping the blog for myself, much in the way of an internal monologue, I think I'll do it. And make a SCA-specific icon too.

In other news, I've already got a bread on the rise, and plan to make some cake later (possibly seedcake unless maybe apple). Man I love having a three-day weekend.
tysolna: (made of love)
Like many people, I saw what was going on with That Other Journalling Site and got some more information, and lo and behold, I (as apparently many other people) am moving house.

I might even start blogging again. Not that I'm going to recap what happened in the last years since I wrote an entry because that's just rehashing the past. I'm hoping to start anew.

As for this site, Dreamwidth? I love it. I read up on the history and the TOS and many of the help / support pages and I feel right at home here.

So, here's to many more entries!
tysolna: (golden shell)
Today I took apart my bedroom, washing everything I could lay my hands on (including the curtains) and hanging it out into the sunshine to dry (there is nothing like the smell of sun-dried bed linen), cleaning the windows, brushing down the carpet (it's amazing how much dust and crud accumulates over time, especially under a bed where you can't reach with the hoover), washing every surface, and putting it all back together. Then I started on the wardrobe, and now there are almost four bags of clothes to go to a charity shop (and that's only half the wardrobe done, it got dark by the time I was finished with the first half).

I've just walked into the bedroom, and it smells sweet and fresh and clean. I feel like I've battled entropy and won.

But the war is not over yet! *eyes living room*
tysolna: (breaking through)
It is a beautiful day.

Let Project Unf%&*£ Your Habitat begin.

And by extension, Unf%&*£ Your Life.
tysolna: (yargh)
Dammit. A little warmth, a little moisture in the air, and I get bitten in both arms and the face by a gnat in the night, and of course I've scritched the bite on my face without realising it and now it's bleeding. On my right cheek. As if I don't have enough problems with my skin. And it's still itching.
tysolna: (ommm)
Still alive. Anything beyond that is a bonus.

Been to the Czech Republic recently, for my cousin's 50th birthday party. Met the family again - there is nothing like family. Had lots of fun, did a lot of dancing, eating, drinking and reminiscing, sad to leave again. Need to get there more often. Dad got plastered - I wish he'd be able to relax himself without resorting to alcohol, but by that time I had had a drink or two myself and found it refreshing and funny.

It's kind of summer. My allotment is unsatisfactory - it was too wet and cold for too long, and though some things I've plated have grown, the combination of a plot that's been vacant for long and me just starting out in the art of gardening, plus being laid low for weeks being barely able to walk but not kneel down result in a green space with little food value. But it's me being out in the fresh air so that's good.

While hanging up the washing outside just now, I saw a dead mouse (we do have a lot of cats in the area). My first thought was, “Poor mouse”, my second, “What a waste if they haven’t eaten it”, and the third, “I wonder if I can remove the head, get out the skull and use it in a jewelry project”.

Findlings

Jun. 7th, 2012 06:13 pm
tysolna: (hamster)
I said the other day that I keep finding things. Usually, it's small things; the most recent ones were pens, a toy horse as big as my little finger, a smiley-faced yo-yo, coins, children's hair clips, and the like. Once I found a stuffed toy rattle squoshed in a puddle, took it home, gave it a warm bath, good as new, it sits on my shelf opposite the desk and I smile every time I look at it.
Snail shells, feathers, a paper heart, a small British flag. Broken pottery, pieces of clay pipes and big old nails from the Thames. Curious stones, stones with holes in them, stones from the beaches I visit, whether it be in Spain or in Scotland. I don't hesitate to bend down and pick things up when they look interesting. Part of my way to work leads over a parking lot which every Sunday hosts a car boot sale, and things get dropped or left. I have an old cookie tin where I keep these things, though the most recent ones reside in a glass bowl on my windowsill.
I keep finding things. But never yet have I found an abandoned piece of furniture, until today, while I was walking home in the rain. I now have a small wood and canvas storage unit. As far as I can see it's part of a wardrobe set from Argos, and the canvas drawer is missing, even though the canvas cover is there and currently being washed while the wood dries in the bathtub. I don't mind that the drawer is missing, I'm sure I can find something to replace it.
tysolna: (british bum)
Watching the Queen's Jubilee Thames Pageant was worth it for seeing the Royal Family, especially Prince Charles, jig along ever so slightly to the Sailor's Hornpipe.

The burst of fireworks however would have looked a lot more impressive if the weather had been better. And the weather was very British indeed.
tysolna: (curious cat)
It's cooled down enough for my brain to start working again, which is a beautiful thing.

I wish I had a cat. But at least I can cat-sit occasionally, which is always a joy, especially with such an adorable cat as my co-worker's little red persian. Her purr is louder than her meow, but my, does she purr! She loves to play, and have her tummy scratched, and then she will lie loaf-shaped on a sofa and gradually sink into it, I don't know how she does it but it looks adorable.
And then there are the cats that I meet on my way home from work, of which there are at least seven. Most of them I just say hi to (there are the two who always stick together, so similar in colour - a dirty tortoiseshell - but one is a longhair, one a shorthair with only three legs; then there is the white one, and the redhead that looks so much like my Garfield; the large black one who looks like a bonsai panther; just to name a few), but there is one black cat which I'm seeing most evenings, the friendly, engaging one who will let herself be petted - no, who demands to be petted for at least ten minutes, if she can get away with. The funny thing is that she appears more often than not when I am feeling stressed, or am in a bad mood, but this mood never lasts around her.
I hope one day to live in a place where I can have cats. Am I going to be a weird old cat lady? I could imagine worse fates.

My mum called earlier, and after the usual "hey how are you" and "how was your day", she began talking about this series that had just been broadcast in Germany, and how brilliant it was, and how stunning - she was sure that when the man jumped off of the building, he was dead, and then there was the graveyard scene, and he was standing there - Yes, my mum has watched Sherlock, and she loves it. (Mum loves crime anyway, and Sherlock Holmes has been read in our household.) Without prompting from me, mind you, she talked about the show for some time, mentioned Baskerville too, and how well written it all was. And she's only seen the German dubbed version! (She also likes Mr Cumberbatch and said how striking he looks. I guess, well, chip off the old block, me.)

I keep finding things. I think that once you start noticing things and don't just pass them by, but pick them up, things will start noticing you. The last three things I found were pens and pencils. I guess it's fate kicking me in the butt.
tysolna: (yargh)
What an absolutely wonderful day, blue skies and a light wind, no clouds to be seen, it's Sunday...

... and I spent most of it in the living room, windows open and blinds down, with ibuprofen and a cold cloth for comfort, battling a migraine.

Could be worse. Could have happened tomorrow.
tysolna: (music with rocks in)
Here we go, then!

  • United Kingdom - OK, let's get the Hump over with. What can I say, the man's a professional, sounds good (except for the vibrato at the end), the song's good, and might even have a chance. It would definitely have had one, oh, 15, 20 years ago.
  • Hungary - This one is starting to grow on me. Still missing a huge keyboard solo.
  • Albania - Oh it's the Time Lady again. She's singing beautifully, very intense... but she was better in the semis.
  • Lithuania - I still like that guy and the song. "A young John Barrowman", says Graham Norton, and he's not far off.
  • Bosnia & Herzegowina - The Shoulderpad Singer. I could have done without the flute solo, but a nice ballad all the same.
  • Russia - The Grannies Strike Back! The beginning is better than in the semis, they caught the rhythm. As for the main part of the song... I hope they collect enough money for their church.
  • Iceland - Again, the folk elements and the interplay of the vocals, nice.
  • Cyprus - As Graham Norton said, "Maybe they're dancing on the end of education."
  • France - Someone I actually haven't heard before. And haven't after the song either. There was a song? All I could see were half-naked athletes... (seriously, though, good background music for that choreography)
  • Italy - Amy Winehouse re-incarnated? A good song, but her voice is a bit too tame.
  • Estonia - Oh man, yes. I was looking forward to seeing this again. A really effective ballad.
  • Norway - For some reason, I am thinking of Glee. I wish he was a little more in tune though.
  • Azerbaijan - Sorry, doesn't do anything for me.
  • Romania - Because Eurovision doesn't start until you see a moonwalking bagpipe player. Otherwise meh.
  • Denmark - I still like the New 4 Non Blondes. I get the feeling that they are actually a band.
  • Greece - Still don't like it. Sorry, Greece.
  • Sweden - Oh it's MiniKateBush. Yeah, I like her! Go Sweden!
  • Turkey - Looking forward to it for the dancers, I will have to admit.
  • Spain - What a beautiful ballad!
  • Germany - Sorry, chaps. Nothing to write home about.
  • Malta - Like the song, love the foot dance.
  • Macedonia - Aw yeah! I like the bit when the drum starts, I just wish they kept it like that instead of going to a more usual pop-rhythm.
  • Ireland - Why. Why. Why. And costumes.
  • Serbia - A folky ballad with two violins. What can I say, I have buttons.
  • Ukraine - The trumpet sounds... not nice.
  • Moldova - This trumpet makes you my girl. Love it! Loved it the first time 'round, love it now.

    I'm actually surprised how many violins I've seen on stage this year.
    I love the fact that Mark Gatiss was live-tweeting the Eurovision.
    Now, I shall retire until the results. :-D

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