(If this is the very first medieval posting you are reading, please do not read on, but go to the posting before this one, as this is a two part series in sequence...)
Meet my St Forunatus pig...(that is my pet name for this fellow) He had me facinated throughout most of the day as we passed back and forth ("Not ANOTHER photo of it?!" my dh kept saying..) and so I took a few photos of him slowly being roasted in preparation for a feast that night amongst the re-enactors living the medieval life down to the last pig's bristle in the tooth, honey mead in the goblet and deer's skin as a cosy night coverlet...
So why exactly, do I call it "my St Forunatus pig?"
Well firstly I'll give you a link to this saint's life.
And secondly, my Cooking with the Saints book (a great book on liturgical eating in the home) says the traditional food for his feast (14th December) is a suckling pig and the appealing picture in the cook book has the little roasted pig relaxing on a platter with two cherry tomatoes in his eyes and an apple in his mouth...no, I'm not joking and yes, quite a sight!!
Here we are 9.30am and my little pig looks juicy and succulent, sizzling away in the sunlight...but he has many hours to go, the knight informs me he will ready in time for their private feasting at 6pm that night..."hmmmmm, no tidbits for me, we will be chanting over at the chapel...and we are definately not singing for our suppers!"
I mean, just look at the black 'love heart' shaped plumes....it is sure to send a fluttering of silken hankies being thrown his way.
I think this jouster's get up looks the fanciest, lucky to get this shot, that is a monk's head in front of me nearly obscuring my view.
That draws to mind some story from long ago about a saint that predicted the death of a king during jousting. (In punishment for his sins?) The king laughed because his armour was so protective but he got hit in the visor and pierced him through the eye and died days later....does anyone know what I am talking about? I just can't quite place the story.....love to know the full facts again.
(Jackie has given the correct story on this, in the 'comments section' - thank you Jackie!)
Here we go, ds carrying the processional cross and my two dd's with little bells in hand. We are just about to sing, "Christus Vincit" as we process into the chapel.
And finally, here we are, by candlelight chanting the Requiem chants (it was the 7.7.07 and my father's 7th anniversary of his death, I was so pleased to chant them in his memory) and finishing with compline.