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Post by xander10 on Nov 4, 2022 4:00:25 GMT
Dear Mr Hauhkuno Haimfaths Robertsunus,
I hope your vegetable patch grows well and your harvest will be bountiful,
I am writing to inform you that the potatoes that you brought to the Harvest Festival last weekend have won first prize, please find in the parcel attached your trophy for "Potato of the Year, First Prize", you should hold your head high for your excellent produce. As a result of your fine work, it has been unanimously agreed by the City Council to give you the Freedom of the City. I will present you with the keys during the 2nd week of Advent, along with a bottle of Scrumpy.
Please say hello on my behalf to your wife,
Live a hearty life with plenty feasts,
Oswald Jackson, Mayor of the City of David.
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Post by Fleischmann on Nov 4, 2022 4:07:23 GMT
Dear Mr Hauhkuno Haimfaths Robertsunus, I hope your vegetable patch grows well and your harvest will be bountiful, I am writing to inform you that the potatoes that you brought to the Harvest Festival last weekend have won first prize, please find in the parcel attached your trophy for "Potato of the Year, First Prize", you should hold your head high for your excellent produce. As a result of your fine work, it has been unanimously agreed by the City Council to give you the Freedom of the City. I will present you with the keys during the 2nd week of Advent, along with a bottle of Scrumpy. Please say hello on my behalf to your wife, Live a hearty life with plenty feasts, Oswald Jackson, Mayor of the City of David. Dear Mayor, We are incredibly grateful for this prize and would like to write ahead to confirm with you our visit. My wife and I would be honoured to attend this event and will appear at least two days before in case of bad weather and so we can enjoy your city. I am sad to inform you that I am not one for drink, and thus, would ask that you enjoy the bottle of scrumpy yourself. Yours, Sa Hauhkuno of þis Raikh, Haimfaðs Robertsunus |
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Post by Fleischmann on Feb 3, 2023 21:07:25 GMT
Arriving in his, Haimfaðs was slightly annoyed by the presence of a large herd of children. He had gotten a late start and had failed to arrive before dawn and was now being punished by the fact that he could not just drive up to his spot and set up his table. Throwing open his door, he began the work of off-loading his stuff. Thankfully for him, three of the local boys seemed curious and he was able to entice them to help for thru'pence each. After half an hour, they had managed to shift all of the produce and his table over to his spot and he was left to start setting it up. Besides his prize vegetables, which he had taken to another area to be entrusted with one of the organisers, his table was decked out in a combination of various vegetable flowers, with his carrot and potato flowers forming a nice framing element flanking the boxes of dried fruit, potatoes (sweet and savory), carrots, melons, and pumpkins. For added attraction, he also hung up some onions and garlic on his canopy with little bits of cloth put onto them and faces drawn on to make them look like hanged bodies swaying in the wind. Finally, for the piece de resistance, he had some carrot and ginger cookies for a farthing to try and attract mothers over through their children. Looking at his competition, he was glad he had chosen this spot. The other stalls were selling bric-a-brac, pottery, and leather items, meaning that he was in a good position without too much direct competition. The only exception to this was a man with a fire, some potato shavings, and a pot of oil. He was skewering the long ribbons of potato, spicing them, and then quickly frying them and selling them as snacks. Haimfaðs naturally bought a box of skewers for sampling purposes.  |
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Post by xander10 on Mar 2, 2023 2:12:57 GMT
Arriving in his, Haimfaðs was slightly annoyed by the presence of a large herd of children. He had gotten a late start and had failed to arrive before dawn and was now being punished by the fact that he could not just drive up to his spot and set up his table. Throwing open his door, he began the work of off-loading his stuff. Thankfully for him, three of the local boys seemed curious and he was able to entice them to help for thru'pence each. After half an hour, they had managed to shift all of the produce and his table over to his spot and he was left to start setting it up. Besides his prize vegetables, which he had taken to another area to be entrusted with one of the organisers, his table was decked out in a combination of various vegetable flowers, with his carrot and potato flowers forming a nice framing element flanking the boxes of dried fruit, potatoes (sweet and savory), carrots, melons, and pumpkins. For added attraction, he also hung up some onions and garlic on his canopy with little bits of cloth put onto them and faces drawn on to make them look like hanged bodies swaying in the wind. Finally, for the piece de resistance, he had some carrot and ginger cookies for a farthing to try and attract mothers over through their children. Looking at his competition, he was glad he had chosen this spot. The other stalls were selling bric-a-brac, pottery, and leather items, meaning that he was in a good position without too much direct competition. The only exception to this was a man with a fire, some potato shavings, and a pot of oil. He was skewering the long ribbons of potato, spicing them, and then quickly frying them and selling them as snacks. Haimfaðs naturally bought a box of skewers for sampling purposes. Jackson was finishing the final preperations in the main tent, inspecting all of the Prize vegetables with the Judges. When they had got to the Prize Potato, some of the Judges raised an eyebrow. "The Hauhkuno grew these himself?" "Indeed, He showed me around his small patch in Tvickerland, rather impressive for someone so apparently new to farming in the Association" replied Mayor Jackson. The Potatoes were perfectly golden and round, with thin skins and a perfect golden core, and somewhat inbetween a mealy and a waxy potato in nature. the Judges were so impressed by the quality of this variety that some noted that they would need to visit the Hauhkuno to see if they could name the cultivar he'd stumbled upon after him and grow it themselves. With the Judging complete in all categories, Oswald Jackson decided to go around to all of the stalls, he bumped into an old friend who collected scrap metal and made art with it, bought an item in the shape of a tractor, and bed the man farewell, and headed towards the stall of the Hauhkuno. "Ah! Biscuits, mind if I take a few for the children?" |
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Post by Fleischmann on Mar 15, 2023 18:48:31 GMT
Arriving in his, Haimfaðs was slightly annoyed by the presence of a large herd of children. He had gotten a late start and had failed to arrive before dawn and was now being punished by the fact that he could not just drive up to his spot and set up his table. Throwing open his door, he began the work of off-loading his stuff. Thankfully for him, three of the local boys seemed curious and he was able to entice them to help for thru'pence each. After half an hour, they had managed to shift all of the produce and his table over to his spot and he was left to start setting it up. Besides his prize vegetables, which he had taken to another area to be entrusted with one of the organisers, his table was decked out in a combination of various vegetable flowers, with his carrot and potato flowers forming a nice framing element flanking the boxes of dried fruit, potatoes (sweet and savory), carrots, melons, and pumpkins. For added attraction, he also hung up some onions and garlic on his canopy with little bits of cloth put onto them and faces drawn on to make them look like hanged bodies swaying in the wind. Finally, for the piece de resistance, he had some carrot and ginger cookies for a farthing to try and attract mothers over through their children. Looking at his competition, he was glad he had chosen this spot. The other stalls were selling bric-a-brac, pottery, and leather items, meaning that he was in a good position without too much direct competition. The only exception to this was a man with a fire, some potato shavings, and a pot of oil. He was skewering the long ribbons of potato, spicing them, and then quickly frying them and selling them as snacks. Haimfaðs naturally bought a box of skewers for sampling purposes. Jackson was finishing the final preperations in the main tent, inspecting all of the Prize vegetables with the Judges. When they had got to the Prize Potato, some of the Judges raised an eyebrow. "The Hauhkuno grew these himself?" "Indeed, He showed me around his small patch in Tvickerland, rather impressive for someone so apparently new to farming in the Association" replied Mayor Jackson. The Potatoes were perfectly golden and round, with thin skins and a perfect golden core, and somewhat inbetween a mealy and a waxy potato in nature. the Judges were so impressed by the quality of this variety that some noted that they would need to visit the Hauhkuno to see if they could name the cultivar he'd stumbled upon after him and grow it themselves. With the Judging complete in all categories, Oswald Jackson decided to go around to all of the stalls, he bumped into an old friend who collected scrap metal and made art with it, bought an item in the shape of a tractor, and bed the man farewell, and headed towards the stall of the Hauhkuno. "Ah! Biscuits, mind if I take a few for the children?" Haimfaðs smiled and nodded as Mayor Jackson asked for his carrot and ginger cookies. 'Please, take as many as you'd like,' he said, offering the mayor a whole box of them. 'Thank you, my friend,' Jackson replied, taking a few cookies and popping one into his mouth. 'These are delicious. I'll have to come back and buy some more before I leave.' Haimfaðs nodded and watched as Jackson walked away, munching on the cookie. He took a deep breath and looked around, finally able to take in the sights and sounds of the festival. The smell of roasting potatoes wafted through the air, mixing with the sweet scent of the flowers on his table. He heard the laughter and chatter of the people milling about, browsing the various stalls and enjoying the festivities. Feeling a sense of contentment, Haimfaðs decided to take a break and have a look around himself. He emptied a bucket and write on its side 'Pay here' before checking to see everything was in order. He wandered through the crowd, taking in the sights and sounds of the festival. He watched as children played games and chased each other, and adults sampled different foods and drinks. He even stumbled upon a brass band playing polka for the locals to dance to. After a while, Haimfaðs found himself at a small cider stall. He decided to treat himself to a mug of hot apple cider and struck up a conversation with the maker. They chatted about the festival and the various stalls, and Haimfaðs shared his love for growing vegetables before the stall owner suggested they go off together to a third location to get baked potatoes with melted goat cheese and bacon bits. With his mug of cider in hand, Haimfaðs made his way back to promised place and he approached the vendor, a friendly old man with a bushy white beard, and ordered a hot potato. The man deftly sliced it open and added a generous helping of creamy goat cheese and crispy bacon, before finishing it off with chopped chives. It was served on a wooden platter only just big enough to hold it and walk, costing not that much. Haimfaðs took a bite and was instantly transported to culinary heaven. The tangy cheese and salty bacon perfectly complemented the fluffy, steaming potato. He savored each mouthful, relishing the warmth and comfort of the dish. He spent about half an hour chatting with his new friend and seeing the attractions before they came back to his stall and parted ways. He felt a sense of pride as he looked at his table, with the colourful vegetables and flowers on display. He even noticed a few people stopping to take a closer look and ask him about his produce. As the day wore on, Haimfaðs found himself busy with customers, chatting with them about his vegetables and sharing his passion for farming. He sold out of most of his items, but he did not mind. He had enjoyed himself, and he felt satisfied knowing that he had shared his love of vegetables with others. |
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