Those Colonials

Debbie and I had just happened to come across the soft opening of a bakery (which we weren’t able to pull off an invite to) while scouting for restaurants the evening before and were told the Grand Opening was the next day. So, that next day we stopped there on the way to Colonial Williamsburg and had a chaotic but tasty lunch before heading out to see the ‘living museum’.

Williamsburg is a pretty town and peaceful as there are no cars and big wide streets and cute ‘authentic’ shops and lovely reconstructed homes from the 17th and 18th centuries with real gardens and fences how they were in the day. We learned a little about gun making and wheel making and cooking the corn biscuits in a cast iron pan over a fire and soup that the young woman cooking said sometimes wasn’t edible until cooking for two days as the fire didn’t keep it hot enough. We watched a little of the townspeople reenacting speeches and debates about becoming a separate country from the British and later a round little Frenchman galloped across the lawn congratulating the troops on the final battle the French helped them win. It was charmingly cartoonish as he pointed his toes to push his little round self up from the saddle waving a flag to emphasize his words in his little French accent from the back of his well fed and patient horse. We had ale at an outdoor ale house serenaded by a guitar playing pilgrim and then called it a day.

We had dinner at Silt where the boys had ‘deconstructed’ pot pies and I enjoyed some very fresh arugula salad and delicious light waldorf salad.  Possibly our best meal of the trip.