life goal: infamous recluse
The thing I can't possibly stress enough about why, exactly, reconstructing Early Modern recipes totally belongs in the field of game design is that for all there is the joy and satisfaction and some kind of mystic cross-time connection with creators of the past OR WHATEVER--
I threatened in my latest issue of The Minor Hours and Small Thoughts Magazine that I would start putting these experimental archaeology write-ups in their own separate posts-- but I've lost some momentum, so best to reorient ourselves in the narrative.
It's wild to me that I am, in my adulthood, in a way, coming to chemical science and formulation.
This weekend I'm attending Readercon, a genre conference devoted to the written word and permutations thereof, under my normal guise of writer. Most of my panels are the usual sort, but my first panel this morning is "Archeology in Reality and Speculative Fiction"-- which I'm on because of my dive into the historical recipes you have lately seen grace my pages.
I *will* fetch that rosewater from the studio today. But as I stare across my kitchen, planning my evening...
I'm largely staying out of the food-making historical game (with the exception of my BELOVED SYLLABUB) because there are quite a few people doing that already...
Katherine Crighton 