Like George Washington, my social circle holds its real seasonal celebrations on twelfth night. Of course, without the twelve days of misrule preceding it, or the troops of mummers, we are a little limited. Still, tonight we will have flaming wassail and go out on the back porch to call summer in again on various instruments. I spent an hour looking for my cow’s horn and loon call, when they were exactly where they belonged all the while.
I will have to miss tomorrow’s fun at church, with the king cake and performances by the people who got the coin, ring, and crown out of it last year.
Here’s the Newfoundland “Mummers Song” – a low-key song, but I like the video. Couldn’t you welcome an irruption like this into your kitchen?
