panickitude

Christopher, god love him, is panicking about my vigil food. (Mind you, this has not inspired him to sit down and plan anything, but then he's got other priorities, like not killing people at work.)
I am panicking (complete, thankyou, with flapping arms) about the 'period treatise'. Of course it would help if I stopped having that lost-in-the-Florilegium effect where everything I look at sends me down a new trail of some other research I've been working on for years. [We will not talk about my work situation, since someone involved is clearly delusional and I'm not sure whether to hope it's me.]
This clearly calls for a bout of housecleaning, since one can do anything provided it isn't the thing one is supposed to be doing at the time...

watch what you dream about

This, from an old SCA-cooks posting of mine:

One should probably not read the article in TI on Alexis of Piedmont, along with All the King's Cooks, immediately before bed.

I had a dream that Coronation was being put on in a local group near me.
That they had arranged painted arches, beams, etc. on brown paper and on muslin to hang over the walls of the site to make it look more period (and it did). that they had arranged hundreds of pieces of period-style dishes and silverware. That the lords of the land did ritual handwashing for the King and Queen as part of the coronation ceremony, and that the highest cooks in the land repeated that ceremony before, during, and after dinner. That straw-filled wagons were used to carry plate and delicate dishware from the kitchen to the serving area. That a multitude of subtleties of sugarpaste and marchpane were presented, each more amazing than the last. That I got to help in the kitchen and to wash dishes.

Then I woke up. *sigh*

And now, of course, I'm in charge of the feast service for Crown Tourney, which is to be as period and authentic as possible. (On hearing the request, I admit that I responded, "Oh. Firebrand's wet dream.")