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It's cold out today. I grabbed my car key in my bare hand after driving a brief way in the cold car, and it *stung* my hand. I felt like I'd been bitten or burned--I guess because the key was so cold? But I've never felt cold metal like that before. Maybe I always have gloves or mittens on? But suddenly I understood exactly what it must be like to be one of the fairy folk and touch cold iron.
asakiyume: (glowing grass)
Sometime last week, I shared with [livejournal.com profile] osprey_archer this image of Fergus the Forager, in his suit made of burdock leaves:



([livejournal.com profile] osprey_archer, someone asked him in comments how he made it, and he said he did it by glueing the leaves to a preexisting cloth suit--so it's not like those leaves had to hold up on their own!)

His whole entry on burdock is fascinating. I knew about burdock root as a food, because I prepared it all the time in Japan. My favorite recipe is kimpira gobo, which I'll share before this entry's done. But he has many other recipes, including candied burdock.

But most interesting to me is his photo of the Burry Man of Queensferry (photo comes from Wikipedia via Fergus's blog)



The Burry Man's suit is made of burrs! He makes his suit and walks a circuit of Queensferry, Scotland, on the second Friday in August. Here's what Fergus shared from Richard Mabey's Flora Britannica

At 9am the Burry Man emerges into Queensferry High Street, carrying two staves bedecked with flowers. He walks slowly and awkwardly with his arms outstretched sideways, carrying the two staves, and two attendants, one on each side, help him to keep his balance by also holding on to the staves. Led by a boy ringing a bell, the Burry Man and his supporters begin their nine-hour perambulation of South Queensferry.
The first stop is traditionally outside the Provost’s house, where the Burry Man receives a drink of whisky through a straw.

The perambulating and the drinking go on all day long, and around 6 pm, he returns to the town hall.

Fergus links to the Wikipedia article about the Burry Man, which includes information about making the suit from one guy who served as the Burry Man for twelve years. The entry also includes speculation about the origins and purposes of the ritual. I just like that it's part of something called the Ferry Fair, which I will now think of as the Fairy Fair, since, come on: this has Fairy Folk written all over it.

Here's a picture of the Burry Man from last year's Fairy Fair:


[Edit from 2018: some of the photos have disappeared in the intervening years...]

And here he is getting his tipple:

Source: 2013 Ferry Fair

Oh! And now that recipe, so this entry isn't entirely cribbing from other sources, or at least not other online sources:


That's cut out from a magazine from which I used to order stuff for delivery from a food coop I belonged with, with my neighbors when I lived in Japan. You got approximately 300 grams of gobo (burdock root) for 298 yen--about $3.00, at the time.

translation of the recipe )


asakiyume: (misty trees)
Rainbows
prelude: a train )

The ninja girl and I were reminiscing about walks between worlds that we took in England, when the ninja girl was only six and seven years old. "Do you remember," I asked, "When we walked along footpaths through fields and woods, to get to the festival in Netherbury? I really did feel like we were coming out of faery and crashing a human celebration."

"I remember it was a very long walk, and we found a pheasant feather," she said.

"Do you remember going to the Stoke Abbott street fair and getting your face painted so beautifully?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "there were rainbows that day."

Rainbows, plural.

I didn't remember about the rainbows.

Then we remembered how, while we were living in England, she took it into her head to help our neighbors with the morning milking. (They had a herd of dairy cows.) Without telling anyone her plan, she got out of bed, pulled on clothes, climbed over a tumbledown spot in a stone wall, and walked into their dairy barn, announcing that she was there to help. The wife let her hose down the floor.

wild Concord grapes

You can get drunk on the scent of Concord grapes, I'm sure. And probably somewhere someone will try to charge you for it, like the greedy tempura shop owner who tried to charge the poor student for flavoring his rice with the scent of the tempura.

Here is something else you can do with wild Concord grapes: Make a pie.

you take the skins off but...
making a Concord grape pie, 1

you save them (they're on the left), and after the pulp is cooked and the seeds strained out, you add them back in
making a Concord grape pie, 2

finished pie (not quite enough pie crust for the top)
making a Concord grape pie, 3

delicious
eating a Concord grape pie

wonderful research tool

A site that will give you high and low tide, predicted fish activity, and sunrise and sunset and moonrise and moonset, for coastal locations all around the United States. It's tides4fishing.com

So now I can know exactly when the houses in Mermaids Hands are floating and when they're resting on the mudflats. I know what moon M-- is looking at and whether she's getting up in the dark or daylight--all thanks to one site.

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