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wiseheartI'm just goin to bake Martinsgänse aus Hefeteig with at least two dozen 10-13-year-old girls next Tuesday. Next Wednesday is the feast of St. Martin, who was closely affiliated with geese (they gave him away when he hid in their stable, so he had to become Bishop of Tours after all, the poor sod), and who's become something of a folklore figure for German children.
Since we're a school for the German minority in our area, we're supposed to do something characteristically German on this day. Usually, there's a procession on the Castle Hill, with a guy clad as a Roman soldier (=Martinus) riding in front and lots of kids bringing lanterns and singing Martinslieder following him. In the end, they get a baked figurine that they can eat.
Now, it's always a very windy business, lousy cold and all that. So we wisely decided to do something within the school. Hence the baking. It will be great fun... if I survive, tht is. ;)
Since we're a school for the German minority in our area, we're supposed to do something characteristically German on this day. Usually, there's a procession on the Castle Hill, with a guy clad as a Roman soldier (=Martinus) riding in front and lots of kids bringing lanterns and singing Martinslieder following him. In the end, they get a baked figurine that they can eat.
Now, it's always a very windy business, lousy cold and all that. So we wisely decided to do something within the school. Hence the baking. It will be great fun... if I survive, tht is. ;)
