It's not the other re-enactors (who are very, erm, unfussy about food) [1] but members of the public who visit. It isn't just the inner-city dwellers, either, some of the nicely-spoken "educated" types are often clueless about food.ina wrote:Ask the parents if they thought Vikings had chicken nuggets... It's bad enough "normal" people not knowing where their food comes from, but folk who are into history like that - can't understand this kind of attitude... Or do they just do it because they like the dressing up?Karen_D wrote:I do Viking Age re-enactment and "Is it real?" is something you hear a lot in the encampment.
It wouldn't be so bad if it was just the kids who came out with it but often you can tell exactly where they get it from.
I grew up in the inner city but my mom would buy undressed chickens from the butchers, because they were cheaper, and do the cleaning herself. You also used to be able to go to Asian shops where they had live chickens out the back and only killed one when they had a customer for it so you knew it was fresh. We would also visit my great aunt and uncle who lived in a tiny workers cottage and they kept rabbits for meat.
My mom wouldn't buy processed foods because they were too expensive and often shopped at the markets in Birmingham (which are still good, by the way) for fish and rabbit. A hot pot of pig's trotters was a regular meal for us as was brawn (pigs head turned into pressed meat).
A lot of folk are simply brainwashed by habit, advertising and supermarkets to accept junk as "nice convenience food" and reject anything that brings them into contact with reality.
Wassail
Karen
[1] This weekend's food included black pudding, mutton chops and rabbit stew.