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The Illusion of Certainty, conversations with Peers, and Crown Tourney Fall 2021

First let me cover the Illusion of Certainty. I learned about this concept in some Human Resources training but it applies many places. Humans, and especially modern humans, like certainty. We want to be able to know things are true. And we want to give true statements. In HR, the example given was a project deadline. Manager: “Here is this project. When do you think it will be done?” Employee: “I can have it for you by the end of the week.” The Manager now has certainty on when the project will be done but it is an illusion. Much can happen before the end of the week. Maybe the project will experience mission-creep. Maybe a disaster will happen. But the employee can’t say “I don’t know when it will be done.” The employee wants to project certainty as well.

The other part of the illusion is that everything is knowable. We believe there are answers to all questions. You just have to look hard enough.

And lastly, once we know something, we tend to persist with that “fact”, regardless of new information.

This all has to do with brain chemistry and I don’t understand it well enough to explain it so let’s leave it as that. The brain likes to feel like it knows stuff and doesn’t like having to rewire itself unless it has to.


I had a great conversation with a Laurel yesterday (10/16/21). He had good things to say about my vinegars. He had positive and negative feedback, given in an approachable way. It was likely one of the more in-depth conversations I have had with a Laurel (outside of my own). Laurels who are reading this: you need to do this more often. You need to seek out artisans and have in-depth conversations with them. You do not need to know the subject area to provide feedback and challenge assumptions. This, to me, is what I wanted to have happen at the Tournament of Art in Jan 2020. Don’t wait! Have these conversations with everyone now!

One of the main things he said to me is “you are looked at as an expert. If you say something is a certain way, people will believe you.” I think what he forgot to say but was implied in the rest of the conversation is “you should make sure you are right.”

I sometimes don’t put the phrase “as far as I know” or “to date” or other qualifiers when I am asked questions about vinegar. I, just like everyone else, like to be right. I want to project certainty. I am very well aware that I don’t know all the answers. I am bit like Socrates here. I know that I don’t know. And in asking some of the questions, the asker wants certainty that doesn’t exist.

For instance, from the Virtual Cooks and Bards, I was asked by two separate Laurels, what the phrase “strong vinegar” means? I don’t know. I don’t know that anyone knows. There might be some archaelogical evidence out there that someone could analyze with X-ray diffraction or your favorite technique and tell us, “ah yes, strong vinegar was at least 10% acid by volume because we found residue in all of these medicinal cups.” I don’t have access to that. More to the point though, our medieval ancestors didn’t either. They didn’t really know about acetic acid until late. They didn’t have a way to measure % acidity as we do. They certainly didn’t know it was a bacteria turning their wines and ales into vinegar. We want certainty. We can’t have it.

What I did say is “my guess is that strong vinegar means undiluted wine vinegar.” Medieval people knew they could dilute vinegar (they did it often in drinks) and they probably knew wine vinegars were “stronger” than ale vinegars. That is a simple taste test. I am guessing. I often guess. It is an educated guess but a guess nonetheless.


The main questions posed by this Laurel was one of research. “You have shown that people used wheelbarrows in France to sell vinegar. How can you say the same of England?” It was couched more in terms of my approach. Did I look for it and found nothing? What was my research process?

This discussion has occupied my brain for most of the last 24 hours.

My first impulse is “is this an important question?” Does it matter whether the English sold vinegar from wheelbarrows or not? If I did find evidence that they did, is that sufficient? For instance, if I find something that shows that someone in London did that, do I then need to find evidence that someone in Somerset did that? Do I need to go further and show that someone in Bristol did that? Ultimately, I decided that it was not an important question.

I did find this illustration

This is from the 1688 the Cries of London. What does this prove? That vinegar merchants in London sold vinegar via donkeys in 1688? Certainly this ONE did. But we also know that there were spice shops that sold vinegar. We know that people sold all manner of goods from carts. So, do we state that English vinegar sellers did not use wheelbarrows or carts? My earlier woodcuts show French sellers used wheelbarrows and at least one guy strapped the barrel to his back. Are those the two choices? Does 1688 tell us anything about 1500?

For the purist, 1688 tells us nothing about 1500. The evidence you found is what you can say. This illustration is out of period and shouldn’t count. Thinking long on this question, I am not a purist. I work more by intuition. Certainly if a French guy figured out he could use a wheelbarrow instead of his back, the English guy could have figured it out too. It is like the question of why do all pyramids look similar? Well the answer that makes the most sense is there are only so many ways to stack blocks and since people are mostly the same, they all figured out a similar answer.

We know that there were many mobile vendors. Some probably used their backs, others a cart, others a wheelbarrow, and others a beast of some kind. There are only so many ways to move a 40 lb barrel around.

We chatted on Sunday as well and I showed him the 1688 illustration. To an extent, it verified that there were small sellers. So why were we having the conversation? I assumed people knew about things that I didn’t tell them. I didn’t include dates in my blog post (I did on my display printouts). And I tend to write more formally in class notes and documentation, which include references, than in these posts. I have since corrected my blog posts.

I was the expert and I didn’t connect the dots for the reader. I assumed you were in my head. I also assume there are like 5 people who read my blog and therefore I have a very limited audience.


One of the other things I realized is that I am an experimentalist, not a researcher. With cordials, I ran an experiment on the same cordial in different liquids. With meads, I ran an experiment with different honeys. With ciders, I ran an experiment with different yeasts. And with vinegars, I have made vinegar out of so many things that it in itself is a giant experiment.

An experimentalist is good with uncertainty. There are many variables. There are things that should work but don’t. Experimentalists are good with “this works but I don’t know how.” Researchers want to know the TRUTH. My Laurel friend is a researcher and I am sure he has a different opinion. It is a bit like Sheldon and Leonard in Big Bang Theory.

In doing brewing, cordials, and vinegars, I am less interested in being period accurate. Why? I can’t recreate the agriculture conditions that existed. If you want certainty that this is an authentic medieval English West Country cider, we need the apples that existed back then, grown in the same soil conditions, pressed with the same tools, etc and so forth. We can’t do it. Even someone with the right knowledge probably can’t do it. Can you reconstruct what the atmosphere was 1000 years ago? In a specific place? So it is all “good enough.”

I can make something similar to it. I can make something with modern apples using a period process. The experimental approach is why I like what I am doing. It allows me to do what I call “a step back.”

You start with an entirely modern process. Then you take a “step back” to make it less modern. Let’s say you start making apple cider with frozen concentrate. You then take a step back to sweet cider. You then take a step back to pressing apples. You then take a step back to find apples that are like the medieval ones. You then can take a step back to plant your own trees of those apples. You can also make a medieval cider press and learn to brew in casks instead of glass carboys, etc. You go back as far as your willingness (and money and space) allow. At any point in the process, you can say “good enough.”


When I do research, I do look for certainty. Those are often a challenge from someone to something I think I know. Balsamic vinegar is an example. I have been challenged a few times “is balsamic vinegar period?” For a given value, yes it is. The trouble is no one used that word until the 1700s. I had to find references and other opinions that the Duke’s special vinegar is likely balsamic vinegar but the truth is we will never know. It was a secret. The growing of those grapes more than likely changed significantly. The soil conditions might be very different now. The real answer is “no.” The modern balsamic vinegar isn’t period. It can’t be. Nothing modern can be the same as it was 1000 years ago. The answer to the actual question being asked “did they have something like balsamic vinegar in period?” The answer is absolutely yes. You don’t give an emperor a gift of vinegar unless it was something truly special.

When I do classes on my history, we can be more certain. But making something to mirror a medieval process, we must be okay with uncertainty. If for no other reason, the people writing stuff down didn’t include stuff that we might think was important.


I had several more conversations and more to come over the next few days. I am pleased I made an impression on at least one individual. I am pleased to learn about things I need to work on. You eat crow as you eat anything else, one bite at a time. I am tired too. Crown tournament was 100% not about me yet I am as tired as if I had fought to the finals and lost. As I often tell my therapist, it is unfortunate that life is lived in first person. We would have much more understanding of each other in a different point of view.

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Making a Vineagrier – Finis

It was a long time in coming but I think we have the end. Below is the tri-fold display showing the journey.

The center of this display shows the wheelbarrow completed. I am very proud of it.

I also found more woodcuts.

I don’t think there is any doubt that vinegar sellers used wheelbarrows, especially near the end of period. I am not going to strap a barrel to my back though.

It was a heck of a journey to be inspired, proof, and create the things needed to show this period activity. How was vinegar sold? Good vinegar was imported from France, delivered to the ports of England, and then wheeled through the streets. You stopped the seller, filled your vessel, and he charged you the going rate.

According to The National Trust of the UK, imported vinegar from France would come in tuns (~252 gallon barrels).  Wine from France ran ~3 pound per tun and vinegar was a bit cheaper.  Using 3 pounds per tun, 252 gallons per tun, 240 pennies per pound, and modern equivalents, an ounce of imported vinegar would run about a 0.022 penny per ounce.   The average maidservant made ~3 pounds per year.  Imported vinegar was affordable but local vinegar from ciders or ales would have been much cheaper. (https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/tudor-merchants-house/features/what-could-you-buy-at-the-tudor-merchants-shop). 

For “selling” purposes, I will be canting, “vinegar, a ha’penny per pint!”

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Making a Vinegrier – WIP wheelbarrow

The biggest part of the project is the making of the wheelbarrow. Initially, I was going to make it under the guidance of a friend. But then COVID hit. So he ended up making most of it. I am helping.

The inspiration is this:

This is an etching of how vinegar was sold in late Medieval France. There is no reason to believe it would be much different anywhere else. Vinegar wasn’t sold in bottles until the 1700s.
Here is where we are so far

The next step is to do the cross braces, the backstop, and the legs. Perhaps some decoration.

One complication we have is: I need this to break apart. A proper medieval wheelbarrow would not have been built that way.

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Death and Dying – thoughts about my parents

This post will be long and a bit raw. As a society, we don’t talk about grief and death much. We don’t talk about painful subjects. So I am going to talk about it and hope some of you gain something useful from it.

About 2 months ago, I learned my mother had stage 4 pancreatic cancer and was going to die. My mom also had Crohn’s disease and wet macular degeneration. She was legally blind and in constant pain for the last several years. Related, my father has had memory issues for years and they are getting worse.

Around that time, my mom passed out and was rushed to the ER. I was already planning on going down to Texas from Illinois to see her one last time and now it was more important. It was a terrifying trip. It is about 15 hours to Texas and traffic was heavy and fast. Around Austin, it is a land of massive flying overpasses. As bad as the drive was, the experiences were worse and would continue to get worse.

Over those four days, I drove 32 hours to spend 12 hours with my Mom and only 1 of those hours was with her alone to have meaningful conversation with her. I am glad I got that one hour.

My mom passed away on April 7, 2 days before her birthday. I am weirdly okay with my mom’s death. She was in pain for many years and she is at peace.

The problem is, I didn’t just lose my mom. I have lost my dad as well. It is a weird metaphor that life is a tapestry. The Norns, the Fates, what have you. The last one clips the thread and the story is woven. But that tapestry isn’t meant to have hidden meaning. The threads unravel to slip forth their secrets. When you die, secrets come out. And all of my family’s secrets came out. My dad was much worse than I knew. Tales of abuse surfaced. Tales of his pettiness. Tales of impulsiveness. Tales of wanton spending.

I believe my Dad has frontotemporal dementia. Why? He has many of the symptoms. He doesn’t have weird compulsive physical behaviors but he has many of the emotional symptoms. The lack of empathy. The lack of judgment. Difficulties in understanding things said around him. And the worst is the change in personality. The personality in my Dad’s body is not the one I remember. I had my issues with that man but I believed him to be a good and gentle person. The personality in there now is not. He is the most selfish and disconnected person I know right now.

Among his memory issues were not knowing whether my wife was alive or dead, not knowing whether I was married or divorced, not remembering that he has already told me Mom was sick, not remembering that he has already told me Mom was dead, and not remembering when he had last seen me. According to my sister, he doesn’t remember what errands he has run, doesn’t remember whether he has taken his meds, doesn’t remember signing up for scam offers, etc. He can’t function in his day to day life.

While intellectually I understand he can’t control what is happening to him, I can’t help feeling anger towards the behaviors towards me. Okay. I arrive in Texas late at night. The next morning, I get up, have a quick breakfast, and head to my parents’ house. The idea was I was going to see my mother. My dad’s first things are “do you want to leave your bag here? Make yourself comfortable. Something to eat?” He is almost jovial. I am there to see my dying mother, not for a social call. I get him to hurry up and we go to the hospital. They have a rule (and I was told about it before I left IL), of 1 visitor in a 24 hour period. The hospital staff try to enforce the rule and my dad uses me as an excuse “This is my son who drove all the way from IL”. I don’t like being used as an excuse to break the rules. Dad ignores the rules and comes up with me anyway. My family doesn’t do silence well. I brought books and I am content to be silent if Mom wants to rest. Dad broods. It was an awkward 8 to 10 hours to say the least. The next day, I drive myself to the hospital and I get a little time alone with my Mom.

I take Dad to dinner twice over that weekend. Both times he talks about how he can’t understand how my wife and I speak to each other. It was normal couple conversation as far as I can tell.

I leave and make it back home. Every day is new trauma. If Dad calls, how much is real? The fake cheer and sing-song voice is grating on me. He tells me the same things I already know. I come to hate the phone calls. The secrets come out as various family members tell me things. Sometimes there is despair. Mom goes home and is in hospice care. Reports come in of Dad yelling at the care staff. Eventually Mom passes.

The speed at which Dad does things are dizzying. He is going to move out. He is not going to move out. He is going to have her buried. He is going to have her cremated. He asks over and over if I want any of her things. Do I intend on coming down again? The mixture of cheers and tears is disconcerting. Which is real? Are both?

Then we come to April 28. Three weeks after my Mom has died. I now know for sure that I have lost my Dad as well. My sister, who has been managing the estate and everything else, calls me in tears. Dad has decided he is going on dates. My mom hasn’t even had her final service yet. Can I call and try to talk sense into him? I do so. It was a bad call. He is petulant and childish. Again, this is not the man I remember. He blows me off.

My sister has a Power of Attorney over him and can sort things out.

My Dad and I are very different people before his memory issues. We became very different as we grew apart. I at least respected him. I don’t respect who he is now. I don’t recognize him now.

If he does have this type of dementia, he won’t live long. His brain will continue to decrease, his memories will continue to fade, and his body will eventually break down as well. If he has something else, then I don’t know. I didn’t mourn for my Mom because she is at peace. She is finally out of pain. I do mourn for my Dad. Who he was is gone, even if his body still moves about.

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Making a Vinegrier – Part 7 Banner Stands

Another year before Pennsic 49 will happen.

So another step in the development of Oswyn Swann.

I have posted earlier on the banners. They have slightly changed but are largely the same. I have submitted for a badge and household name so some changes have been made. I have the older ones still as I printed them before the badge and name were approved.

The banners needed poles. I worked with a woodworking friend to make them.

To make the banner stands, we cut 2 x 4s to lengths to make the bases and glued a small block to give more depth for the pole. I rounded the corners with a belt sander. We also glued feet to part of the bases. For the poles, I used a palm sander to make the one end slightly less thick to fit in the holes. Holes were drilled in the base. We cut notches in the uprights and drilled holes in the cross pieces. A string will go through the holes of the cross braces and rest in the notches. The banners will hang from clip rings on the cross pieces.

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Solera process – update

Please see here for the first post about the Solera process.

Yesterday, I finally got the first solera up and running for the Sherry Vinegar Fino. I have one barrel that is a bit over 1 year old now, one that is a ~ 6 months old, and a brand new barrel from last night. In June, I can pour off a liter from the oldest barrel and refill from the younger ones and add fresh vinegar to the youngest one. Thus, the solera will be ongoing and continuous. It also means I need another trip to Trader Joe’s for more cheaper Sherry to turn into vinegar.

A challenge I have is that smaller barrels have higher surface area ratios than larger barrels. I get a lot more evaporative loss (as a percentage). That means I need to top off the barrels before that 6 month mark.

I also need to find worthy consumers of said vinegar and probably do a tasting class on it.

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The Cider/Yeast Experiment

Around Christmas, I started an experiment. I wanted to determine which yeast I wanted to use for my ciders. Or at least, know what to expect from those yeasts when I use them. Plus, I thought it would be a good tasting class to pass on that knowledge. I like doing that: I do the experiment so you don’t have to.

I have 11 kinds of yeast. Basically everything Fermentis makes plus, good ole EC-1118, and the Red Star line. I am using Old Orchard Frozen Apple Juice concentrate and making 1/2 gallon batches. Everything is the same except the yeast in each batch.

My hope is to have this done in time for next Chieftains. That should be easy. Why there? B3R (Barony of Three Rivers) has always greeted me kindly with my drinking/brewing classes and frankly, Chietains 2020 was my last event before lock down and COVID. So I think it makes sense to pick up where I left off.

Look for more about this as I make the ciders!

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Making a Vinegrier – Part 6 Favors

I recently applied for a badge and a household name. I then decided I should update my personal favors.
Previously, I used fused glass squares and I may continue to do so. I am especially interested in doing so because a few friends have chosen to wear said tokens as jewelry. I am so honored that they have done so. But as Oswyn Swann evolves, so should the things that represent him.

These are my new favor tokens. They are 1/8 dram (~1 ml) glass vials filled with my Pinot Noir vinegar. There is a tiny label and I just got the wax sticks to seal the cork.

One of the things I wanted to do with the favors is make sure to say who the thanks is from. I have made favors which I have sewn to my shoulder bag. I don’t remember who gave me most of them. I wanted to make sure they whomever remembers who it is from. Unfortunately, the recipient will have be creative to attach it to something but it is not impossible.

My shoulder bag with favors attached.