It was Pennsic War week last week, my favorite time of year. You can never expect a week at War to be any particular way. It’s always changing, and there’s always new adventures.
I was kept very busy this year, so there aren’t a ton of pictures for me to share, so this is a text-based post.
This year I was in charge of the kitchen which was certainly a new adventure. We made lots of yummy food on the cast iron and our 3-burner propane camp stove. I have some fun plans for next year, if I help again, now that I know the lay of the land.
One of the best parts of my War was serving pancakes. At the bottom of the hill from our camp is a gypsy camp that serves food late at night throughout the week. They are perhaps most famous for serving grilled cheese sandwiches. I love to feed people, and when I roam about, I think the people serving always look like they are having the most fun, so I asked my group if they would mind me serving pancakes out of the front of our camp (since we’re right on a main route) to the wanderers who rambled by. It. Was. A. Blast.
We’re already planning on this for next year and fancy table banners are in the works!