Tuesday morning, I lounged around my dad's house until it was time to head home in time for the seudah at Harold's house. I stopped by home and spent a teeney bit of time with Seth and then we went to Harold's. We arrived early enough to help set up a bit. Seth got to do grunt work like moving furniture, and I got to do dishes and peel garlic. It was a LOT of garlic, because a friend of Harold's (I can't remember exactly, but I'm pretty sure his name is Ed) was making fried garlic chips. They weren't as fabulous as I'd hoped... they were a bit on the bitter side, but the fried sweet potato strips were fantabulous.
There was more alcohol at Harold's than I've seen in one place other than a bar, ever. All in the spirit of the day, of course. We had been told by Ian and Alida before that Harold takes the mitzvah of Purim very seriously: to drink until the line between Mordechai ("Mordechai Rocks!") and Haman ("Booo! Evil!") is blurred. I don't know if Harold ever got there, we kept encouraging that he drink more since he was slurring, but still remembering that Mordechai rocks.
There was a lot of singing, some highland dancing (yes, you read that right), much drinking, and more food than one can possibly imagine. The hi-light of the day was the piping in of the Kosher Haggis. They actually hired a bagpiper (a fairly decent one, too) to pipe it in, and recited the great Robbie Burns' "Address to the Haggis" in fairly amusing fake Scottish Accents. The gentleman sitting next to me (Dr. Seth, not Cohen) asked me, "um, by the way, who is Bobbie Burns?" Well, obviously Dr. Seth needed some educating! Robert Burns is only the greatest poet ever produced by my birthplace, the fair Scotland! Sheesh! All those years of undergrad and medical school and he didn't learn the single most important piece of information regarding Scottish History? Okay, I am joking and wasn't surprised that people didn't know who he was. It happens that I was supposed to have been born on Robert Burns' Birthday (January 25th), but I was born four days late. I realize now that I should have told him that the famous line "Of mice and men" came from Robert Burns and that I also should have recommended "Tam O' Shanter" to him for further reading. He wouldn't have remembered anyway...he was a bit tipsy.
There was also "Vam" (veal shoulder made to look and sort of taste like ham). I don't care for ham, and never have. And at first I was a little weirded out about eating fake ham. But actually, it was pretty darned tasty. I personally thought it tasted like sweet veal, but it sure did look like ham. Other people said it tasted pretty close to the real thing. Maybe I just have a bad memory. And since I never cared for it in the first place, it's not like I did a lot of sampling of the real thing.
Ian made a yummy chili, which shocked me. It didn't shock me that he made something yummy; it shocked me that I liked it. I hate chili. But this had no beans and wasn't especially spicy. It was yummy with AND without the pretend sour cream (soy-based, I'm guessing).
Plus there were Smoked Turkey Legs (which I didn't eat because Turkey and I don't get along), Salad, Ribs, Lamb Stew (which I think never even got served), Tatties and Neeps (That's potatoes and Turnips for those Scottish-impaired individuals)...they were cold so I didn't care for them but it was a great addition to the other Scottish fair there!, and probably other things which I never even noticed. I left feeling more than a little bloated.
It was a great day and I'm so glad I went. I wish I'd spent more time with Monica & Gail and Ian & Alida, but more opportunities will present themselves soon. :)
For now, it's back to bills, embroidery, and sundry other cleaning up. I still haven't played catch-up since my return from Florida.