Last Saturday, the villagers gathered around one of the old bakehouses to bake bread and celebrate... nothing in particular. Everybody brought something - bread, cake, herbed butter, lard, sausages... it was quite the feast. There was homemade herbed butter in that beautiful blue pot but it was gone by the time I took the picture, obviously.
There are a few still intact old bakehouses in the village - sadly, the one that belonged to our house is gone. But this is "the one" since it is the biggest and in good shape. It´s also the only listed building in the village. I forgot to take a picture of the bakehouse from the outside - it is a small brick hut, not very impressive by itself. If you´re interested you can catch a glimpse of it in this old post. Anyway here´s the inside. It is really quite an interesting system and you can bake a *lot* of bread in that massive oven.
Setting things up. Even ketchup bottles look good under an old apple tree.
I prepared these sourdough rye rolls at home and then we baked them in the brick oven. These are "Vinschgauer" - a South Tyrolean specialty but quite common in Southern Germany where I am from. They were delicous and quite the hit with our neighbors! Proud.
A beautiful cake (part cheese, part cherry) made by one of our neighbors. Sadly this one went flying later when we tried to pull it ouf of the oven. But it did look really good. Let´s see it as a sacrifice to the summer gods or something.
Tarte flambée made by another neighbor. Yum!
Stockbrot. I didn´t find a translation for this. It´s a basic bread dough which you wrap around a stick and...
... then you do this. It´s fun for the kids mostly. Does this exist elsewhere?
This has nothing to do with bread but I always wanted to take a picture of the old yellow Trabant that belongs to one of our neighbors. Since it sat on the curb the whole time it was now or never. This car is the cutest thing. Bread baking people and old yellow cars! Ah, we live in the best village.