Unlike the May fête, which is hosted and staffed entirely by the village band's members and their families, the village fête engages "everyone" - all the various sports clubs, organisations and institutions have a stall where they sell food and drink. There is also a stage where various bands make music and people can dance. Strings of coloured lights are switched on at night.
Of course we were there, too, starting on Saturday morning at 8:00 (that was the hardest part for me - I like to sleep a little longer on the weekends) with setting up our booth, and then the main work being our shift from 6:00 to 10:00 pm, selling Flammenkuchen straight from the oven.
New official t-shirts had recently been ordered for the band members and helpers, and here I am, proudly wearing mine!
O.K. is originally a fully-trained baker, and although his days in the bakery have ended more than 30 years ago, he still knows what to do with an oven and handles a baker's paddle with ease and grace.
We did not make the Flammenkuchen from scratch but bought stacks of frozen ones. O.K. was at the oven and I was in charge of the big knife, cutting the finished "cakes" (they are cakes only by name, more like very thin and crisp pizzas) into pieces and serving them to the customers.
Our shift was prime time for people wanting fooooood! There was always a crowd at our stall, and not a minute of boredom. It was busy, but I enjoyed it, as it is so very different from what I do in my "normal" life.
After our shift ended, we remained at the fête for another few hours, finally getting the chance to have a few refreshing drinks ourselves - it was a hot day, thankfully not quite as hot as we'd feared, but working next to two big ovens for several hours can make one very thirsty!
Here are a few more pictures from the beginning of the month and that same weekend. It was perfect summer all around.
|View from O.K.'s balcony, 02.07.2019|
A walk on Sunday, the 7th:
|Spot the buzzard - he was one of many that were around that evening.|