As someone who has adored Renaissance Faires since I was far too young to understand why men in tunics kept losing their minds over push-up bodices, I can say with great confidence—and in full Queen Elizabeth dialect—“Marry, yes, I would fain gnaw upon a air fryer turkey leg!” But making those glorious handheld turkey clubs …
Good morrow fellow countrymen! I truly did not mean to walk a 5K today my dear lords and ladies! But when you are adventuring to ye Olde Renaissance Pleasure Faire, well you have to roll with the punches (Or the jousting) If you are not having an adventure even just arriving at the Rennaisance Pleasure …
It would be a lot easier to bake my own fresh Multigrain Sourdough if my finger wasn’t bleeding. If I wasn’t wondering if I needed stitches it would be easier to concentrate on stretching and folding. Or possibly if I could take a simple breath perhaps I could concentrate on coil folds. If my bosom …
As soon as I reached the faire ground I tripped over five tree roots in a row and stubbed my big tow at least three times. I needed mead so that I could fly over these damn tree roots gracefully. The Southern California Renaissance Pleasure Faire used to be held in Devore, California, …