Last night, I looked up from carving the leftovers of the chicken I had roasted for dinner while listening to my JJ Heller station on Pandora.com after coming home from my first full day of work and smiled. The chicken turned out really good; I am so excited to have a job in general; and I really like the job that I have.
I spent most of the day hanging out with three women in an 1820s kitchen. We made strawberry rhubarb pie in a dutch over (we set it on top of hot embers by the hearth and heaped more embers on top of it) and we roasted two chicken breasts in a tin reflector oven while sipping tea and honey that we strained through our handpicked mint and nibbling on brick-oven wheat bread and home-churned butter. All while dressed in 1820s garb. Two women worked a spinning wheel from one corner while the other did the baking. I was just learning for the day, so I tasted things and asked questions and watched the Canadian geese and goslings waddle around the lawn outside.
On the premises, we have a blacksmith, a tinsmith, a cooper, a basket maker, a printing shop, a tavern, an old courthouse, a church, a general store, um... candle-making, book-binding, old school laundry washing equipment... things of that nature. The place holds fairs and festivals, English Country dances, irish musician concerts, October pumpkin picking from our own patch and all sorts of fun fun things like that.
One days that visitors tour themselves, I'll be posted in the general store, but most of the time, I will be a tour guide and walk around with groups.