While I’m not as brief as a dolphin, I’m also not one for long goodbyes, so I’m keeping this short. Besides, the sooner I’m done, the sooner I can go off and carouse in typical Twelfth Night fashion.
After 366 days (plus an extra New Year’s Day), 380 posts, and give or take 177,664 words, The Everyday Lore Project finishes tonight, Twelfth Night. Well, Twelfth Night again, depending on how you count.
Anyhow, it finishes tonight as Twelfth Night is the night where the world turns upside down. The servant becomes the master, the master becomes the lackey, the Lord of Misrule makes mischief, and everything runs amok. It’s the last big hurrah of the season and it felt like a fitting end. And which is also why I started the project last year tomorrow with hangover cures, as that’s the moment the world tilts itself back to normal.
So I made lamb’s wool, a hot, spiced, sweetened ale (or cider) thickened with roasted apples and whisked into soft white peaks to look like, well, lamb’s wool. It’s traditionally drunk tonight (or last night) and/or while wassailing. I’m not going to lie. I’m going to need those hangover cures tomorrow. It’s like drinking thick, warm, alcoholic, nutmeg honey. I didn’t manage the wool bit, even after abandoning my whisk for a stick blender. But right at this moment, I just don’t care.
Thank you to everyone who’s made this last year so brilliant. Your help, patience and kindness has kept me going despite all that Other Life going on. I’ve just performed and written about folklore every day for a whole year. What the fuck was I thinking?
Have some beans.
And that was The Everyday Lore Project. Cheers!
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