One of the scariest prospects when you come to realise you have a disability is the idea that you might never be well again. The idea of being confined and dependant for your entire life is not only disheartening, it’s extremely frightening, as your well-being suddenly rests in the hands of other people that you know might not always be around. I feel so lucky to have been given the chance to get well again.
So, it seems only right that I should host a celebration of my brain surgery. I’m a bit of a history buff, and I have Viking blood in my veins, so I figured it would be good fun to host a small Viking feast for my family and friends to attend before I go into hospital. It is going to be held on the 19th, because my sister is flying up to Sydney on that date to support me through my surgery.
So, what does a Viking feast call for? Well, food wise, it calls for baked potatoes, slabs of cheese, butter, loaves of crusty bread, vegetable stew, grilled leeks, cheese fondue and apple pie (with a roast chicken for the meat eaters). Drinks will be ale, water, non-alcoholic mead (I’m going to have to invent that one, it will be fun) and non-alcoholic spiced wine (I saw a recipe in an old history book, I’ll dig it up). Music will be Scandinavian (Oh how I love Scandinavian music), lighting will be lots of candles (wooo fire hazard!) and decorations will be… difficult…
Costume will be completely necessary. Photos will be just as mandatory.
I’ve got 10 days to put it together. It gives me something to do!