
This year I went to William's classroom and told the story of Sankt Martin, which I felt delivered a lovely socialist message right after the elections. ( If you can't remember the story of Sankt Martin,the knight who shares his cape with a cold and hungry man, see November 2007 post). We sang some songs in German, showed a relevant you-tube video of children looking for him with lanterns, and then I served little breads in the shape of geese. The kids were very kind about the goose biscuits, and not one of them declared, as my husband did, that they strongly resemble embryos. Ahem. Of course, when I looked up the recipe for real Gaense-Broetchen the night before...it involved quark. And although I have now found an amazing shop in town which sells all kinds of cool foods including Appenzeller Kaese so authentic (stinky) that when I heated it up at work for lunch I got all kinds of commentary and a nurse following me around with a can of Lysol, I still haven't found quark (dairy product) to make my goose bread with. This is how traditions morph and change with time and location. But I did tell the story, I did sing the songs, and the breads were pretty okay.