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Easter’s not really my thing. It’s nice and all, but as far as holidays celebrating the return of goodness and light are concerned, I prefer the Vernal Equinox. Easter doesn’t do much for me anymore. The egg-dying thing is great, but that’s about it. And though I do love me some Cadbury Mini-Eggs, they are not a holiday in-and-of themselves. I’m just not big on the Easter celebrating the way I was when I was a kid. Maybe in the future it’ll mean a little more.
For Easter this year, Geordie and I didn’t do much. On Saturday, we finally got around to going to the Sherwood Forest Faire, about a two-hour drive from San Antonio. Yes, it’s a Renaissance Faire type event, though it’s more of a Medieval Faire, really. The focal point is the story of Robin Hood, which I know is a big draw. For me, it’s – well, to be blunt, it’s just okay. I can’t say I’m much interested in Robin Hood tales because I’m more interested in historical accuracy. I recently finished a biography of Queen Eleanor, Duchess of Aquitaine (mother of King Richard the Lion-Hearted and Prince John), and I found that far more fascinating that any of the Robin Hood stories. Maybe because tales of Robin Hood tend to ignore the fact that Queen Eleanor served as Regent of England while Richard was off doing Crusade-y things and that the reason England was so poor during this time was because every spare cent went towards a ransom to release Richard from his captivity in Germany. John may have tried to wrest control away from the men Richard left in control of the country, but he never was much of a threat.
But I digress. The point: Robin Hood doesn’t interest me much. That said, one can ignore his presence at the Sherwood Forest Faire without having to try very hard. Thankfully.
We didn’t go in costume, because frankly, we don’t have anything costume-ish for this kind of thing. Maybe next year. I encouraged Geordie to get a kilt while we were there, but he was put off by the price. Understandable. As with many such events, everything was a little expensive, and the only thing we ended up spending money on was food and entertainment. I’ll have to find some other way to get Geordie into a kilt.
Although we didn’t stay very long (a little over three hours), we had a good time. The day started off a little cloudy, but by afternoon, the sun had come out. One of the reasons we decided to leave was that I could feel myself starting to get a sunburn. It turned out to be not so bad, but only because there was plenty of shade to be had. Again, thankfully.
Geordie just had to get himself a turkey leg. The skin tasted predominately of propane, but once you got down into the meaty bit, it tasted a lot better. I had a few bites; he ate the majority of it. We also got a serving of the most onion-y tasting hummus I have ever eaten. It was pretty gross. The pita served with it was great, very soft and flavorful, but the hummus just ruined everything it touched. Ew. Still hungry, we went in search of other food and eventually found a place that sold crèpes. We had a beef-mushroom combo that was really quite tasty. For dessert, we had thought about getting a sweet crèpe but ended up with some baklava instead. Tasty. Not exactly a good example of food from 1192 A.D., but I suppose you’ve got to do what you can with what you’ve got.
We wandered around quite a bit and observed more than participated. Geordie did try his hand at axe-throwing and failed pretty miserably. Poor guy. He consoled himself with some mead, which was actually quite tasty (don’t worry, I only took a sip, enough to judge that it was more honey than anything else).
We watched the “Third Annual Combat Tournament of Sherwood,” which was had plenty of adult humor to go with its violence. But it was fairly enjoyable, being well-performed and quite amusing.
Finally, we enjoyed that manliest of Faire events, the joust. I’ll be honest, sometimes it’s fun to do things just because I’m with Geordie. I’m a very low-key spectator. Geordie is not. Geordie gets actively involved, which is both awesome and adorable. I love it when he enjoys himself. I did enjoy the joust too – a lot of fun to watch, and one can’t help but be impressed by these guys, because this is their job and none of it looks easy. Especially on a hot and sunny day.
Compared to Saturday, we spent Sunday pretty quietly, which was fine by us. All in all, it was an enjoyable Easter weekend, and we had no complaints.
So, yeah, that’s it. I’m ending this kind of abruptly, but I don’t really have anything else to say. Happy April, folks!
My husband bears an Irish surname and fully embraces the Irish in him. He sings Irish drinking songs like a pro and looks good in a kilt. St. Patrick’s Day brings out the giddiness in him. Also, although I wouldn’t exactly call them “dates,” we went to two St. Patrick’s Day parades in Tokyo. This was before we were a couple, but they were both highly enjoyable, certainly worth the trip to Tokyo. So, it’s fitting that we celebrate St. Patrick’s Day together, in our own humble way.
Last year, I did a corned beef brisket in the slow cooker. As much as Geordie would have liked me to do that again, I wanted to do something a little different. Because I don’t often serve anything with sausage, I thought bangers & colcannon might be a good way to go this year.
And it was.
Dinner was great. Maybe not a traditional Irish meal, but it tasted terrific and wasn’t too much on the unhealthy side. We finished off the night with Guinness floats. I didn’t feel like pulling the blender out to make milkshakes, so I just floated a couple scoops of ice cream in some Guinness. Lazy, yes, but still tasty. I also made some Irish soda bread muffins, but I seem to not have any pictures of them. Hmm. Well, they’re good, but nothing terribly exciting. Nice to have breakfast figured out for the week.
So, yeah, that was our St. Patrick’s Day. We don’t usually go anywhere on Sunday, and we didn’t see any reason to change that for St. Patrick’s Day. We enjoyed our day, and that’s all that matters.
And I realized that I haven’t posted a picture of the kittens recently. So, here’s one, because – well, why not?
In defiance of our usually very busy schedule of sitting around and doing nothing on Sunday, Geordie and I went to the San Antonio Stock Show & Rodeo yesterday. We had an enjoyable time, even though we were sitting so high up that I was sure I was going to have a panic attack going up the stairs. I’ve never been terrific with heights, and even after we got to our seats, the last thing I wanted to do was stand up again. We liked the rodeo so much that we certainly wouldn’t mind going back again next year – as long as we get seats that aren’t in the nosebleed section.
Geordie had never been to a rodeo before, and I haven’t been to one since I was in middle school, so it was a lot of fun. Also, because it was a Sunday afternoon, it wasn’t too crowded, and driving in and out wasn’t a big deal. Not sure I’d want to do it on a more popular evening, though. This was enough for us.
Honestly, the only thing I didn’t like was the “mutton rustling.” The event involves setting a 4-6 year old kid on the back of a sheep and letting ‘em go. A few of the (older) kids were okay with this, but most of them got planted on their sheep and burst into tears. It made me distinctly uncomfortable, especially since the kid would appear up on the big screen, face twisted in weeping terror, and the audience would go “awww” or just outright laugh. It just creeped me out.
The rest of it was great though, so we were glad we went.
And because I’ve been trying to be careful about what I eat, we didn’t get much in the way of “fair food.” Honestly, after walking around and taking a look at all the food offerings, we didn’t have much of an appetite anyway. Nothing looked very tempting. Geordie had a hot dog during the rodeo (which I was not tempted to even have a bite of because he slathered it with relish and mustard, neither of which I’m fond of), and he got a chicken-fried steak sandwich as we were leaving. That wasn’t too bad, considering it had a generous helping of lettuce and tomato added to it and not a trace of mayo or butter to be seen. We were tempted by the chicken-fried bacon, but had opted not to get it, until the guy in line after Geordie ordered it and got it before the sandwich arrived. Geordie said, “So that’s the chicken-fried bacon!” And the guy said, “Yup. Here, have a piece.”
So, we got to split a piece of chicken-fried bacon, which was far better than it had any right to be.
And that was our day at the rodeo! Can’t wait to go again next year.
As I said to Geordie – Texas isn’t so bad, is it?
I think he’s warming up to it.