Our second Bonfire Night in Minnesota. It takes place on what seems like farm-land - we only ever go in the middle of the night, so it could just as well be in the middle of a housing estate. It has a long drive decorated with candles all along. It reminds me of when I was little and muddy bonfire nights at a farm we used to go to.
We were stopped on the corner of the driveway going in to the house where it is held by a Police Car after a burglar. He told us to all stay indoors and lock everything. This made the revellers laugh when we relayed it.
The tandoori chicken I made was devoured with alacrity, although I overheard quite a lot of discus
sion re. the parkin. Some distrust (it is rather sturdy, and shouldn't actually be eaten for another 2 weeks, and even then possibly only used in interior decorating as a type of rustic door-stop); but a mostly positive, albeit muffled, response. Everyone takes loads of food - with each new arrival, there's a new course. T discovered treacle toffee for the first time, and was quiet for at least ten minutes.
T adored the whole thing - this after all is all she knows of Guy Fawkes, having never experienced it in the UK. She is talking about the whole thing in class today. We stayed for two sets of the Morris Men, and the burning of the Guy. We had one of the stagiaires with us, who cheerfully joined in as required.
I got chatting with one of the Morris Men - he wears three bells, is one of the Marches Morris Men ( they wear black,as opposed to the Cotswold, white-wearing, handkerchief-flipping bunch of miscreants - I detected some professional jealousy/dislike here), and aspires to be a "Molly" (which seems to involved wearing a frock, unsurprisingly).
We are beginning to recognize people...and we only have one more left.
We were stopped on the corner of the driveway going in to the house where it is held by a Police Car after a burglar. He told us to all stay indoors and lock everything. This made the revellers laugh when we relayed it.
The tandoori chicken I made was devoured with alacrity, although I overheard quite a lot of discus
sion re. the parkin. Some distrust (it is rather sturdy, and shouldn't actually be eaten for another 2 weeks, and even then possibly only used in interior decorating as a type of rustic door-stop); but a mostly positive, albeit muffled, response. Everyone takes loads of food - with each new arrival, there's a new course. T discovered treacle toffee for the first time, and was quiet for at least ten minutes.T adored the whole thing - this after all is all she knows of Guy Fawkes, having never experienced it in the UK. She is talking about the whole thing in class today. We stayed for two sets of the Morris Men, and the burning of the Guy. We had one of the stagiaires with us, who cheerfully joined in as required.
I got chatting with one of the Morris Men - he wears three bells, is one of the Marches Morris Men ( they wear black,as opposed to the Cotswold, white-wearing, handkerchief-flipping bunch of miscreants - I detected some professional jealousy/dislike here), and aspires to be a "Molly" (which seems to involved wearing a frock, unsurprisingly).
We are beginning to recognize people...and we only have one more left.
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