Cooking Goddess
Chef Extraordinaire
Addie, sometimes romance is far more important than comfort. While I greatly admire and respect historical reenactors who go full-steam-ahead with their love of the challenge living, working and eating like their 18th century counterpart, there is no way you could get me to spend a weekend at a Civil War Encampment on a chilly, damp autumn, interacting with people from our century as if we were the oddity. It takes real stamina and determination to do that short of thing and call it "fun".The romance of that wood burning stove is just that....Getting up in the middle of the night to keep the fire going was never any fun. There was never anything romantic about it. Just ask someone who lives in a log cabin in the far woods of Alaska.![]()
Those who work at places like Plimoth Plantation or Williamsburg get to be modern as soon as the clock strikes closing time. Now that's the kind of thing I could do - stir the pot of cider while explaining the process in colonial-speak. That's more like theatre and acting. To me, THAT is fun!
Different strokes for different folks...