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Of Lanterns, Soup and Duck fat. In no particular order.

04 Jun

Three years ago, during our 5 months in Germany, we happened to be in Düsseldorf in the late afternoon of November 11th. What we saw that night scarred Fraser for life, and has since come up in ever so many dinnertime conversations.

Gangs of children – all warmly dressed in their beanies, winter coats and boots – roamed the streets of the town, carrying little paper lanterns on sticks. Every shop was entered, and staff were on hand to pass out cigarettes whisky sweets and little treats.

They didn’t even have to say anything – as soon as they entered the shops, someone came running and handed them stuff until they left. (Mental note: If in Germany in November, send Otto into a Jeweller’s shop with a paper lantern).

We got back to Wuppertal and it was the same story.

In Fraser’s world, November 11th went down as The Night Children Shake Down Shopkeepers. The lanterns were a concealed threat to come back and burn down the premises if the candy quality and quantity was not deemed adequate.

Fast forward to almost now, and we started to get notices from the school about the Lantern Walk at one of the local German churches. And about school art sessions (parents and siblings invited) to make lanterns – clearly this was a big thing.

Green lanterns, with arms and legs and eyes and ears and cute crooked smiles.

Kommt wir woll’n Laterne laufen, das ist unsere schönste Zeit;
kommt wir woll’n Laterne laufen, alle sind bereit..

The canny among you will be thinking, but it’s June not November – and you are right. But apparently a Lantern Walk would not be a Lantern Walk without bitterly cold weather (not to mention the rain) and early sunset so no-one keeps the Gangs of Children up late. Because you don’t want to keep children up past their bedtime when fire is involved.

So, on Friday night, I got together with two of the other mums to make the World’s Biggest Ever Pot of Pea & Ham soup. Our school recently bought a massive preserving pot that is also good for making soup, and we had captaincy of her maiden voyage.

What we did not have was a recipe for pea & ham soup.

But we were happy to make it up as we went along, and we think we did OK. Three hours of soup stirring and a couple of pizzas later, Otto and I headed home, leaving the pot’s hosts with at least a couple more hours to stir.

On Saturday, after a quick trip to IKEA for tea lights (that turned into … well … you know … Otto was having a great time in Smålund and I was just wandering peacefully), we picked up the Pot. After some debate, we sat it on the front seat and buckled it in for the drive to the church. With the lid firmly duct-taped on – because pea & ham soup is not a great smell at the best of times, and a car that smells of pea & ham soup might have had me praying for some budding lantern-wielding arsonists to come and torch it.

And then we heated, and stirred, and heated, and stirred.

And Otto went into the church where I think they sang some songs and talked about St Martin. And then the walk began.

And it was absolutely amazing. Because there were – I have no idea but I’d guess between 200 and 300 people. And each person – or each family – had a beautiful lantern that their child had made or that they had bought. It would have been beautiful in the daytime; at night it really was something magical. And we wended our way through the Fitzroy Gardens in the dark, following a guy dressed as Rory from Dr Who.

Lanterns in the park.

Kommt wir woll’n Laterne laufen, denn wir fürchten nicht die Nacht;
kommt wir woll’n Laterne laufen, das wär doch gelacht.

Apparently, the guy was actually dressed as St Martin. But all these Roman Centurions kind of look alike. One year they had a policewoman on a horse, with a long red cloak. Which would have been awesome. There were no police there this year so the priest and some of the adults stopped traffic instead. Because Gangs of Children with Lanterns (and priests) should always have right of way.

And eventually we got back to the church, which was amazingly busy. We sold soup, and there were Brezeln, and hot dogs, and Glühwein, and Kinderpunsch which is like Glühwein but for kids, and a bonfire (sadly lacking in marshmallows). And bread that was – I am not kidding – spread with LARD! Or Duck Fat, which is not quite lard but really there is not much difference. I bought a slice and shared it with 2 friends. Which means “I bought a slice and split it into three, and we all kind of took a little bite at once and then said OMG IT IS CRUNCHY WHY IS THIS SO? and discreetly discarded it.” Because cultural traditions are all very well, but not so much when they are spread with duck fat. In fact, I am going to go on record here and state that I would steer clear of any cultural tradition that involved duck fat in any way, shape or form.

And we stirred and we served. And the Bigster took money because she said she would collapse otherwise. And because her Mean Mother had insisted she come along for a bit of Cultural Involvement. And a dollar fell in the soup pot but we figured it would add extra flavour, and we kept stirring.

And it was a fabulous evening. And we put our heads together and wondered how we can get even half of those people to come to our German Christmas Market in November.

Maybe we should send the children round with their lanterns?

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Posted by on June 4, 2012 in education, family, languages, school, travel

 

4 responses to “Of Lanterns, Soup and Duck fat. In no particular order.

  1. huzonfirst

    June 5, 2012 at 10:38 am

    Melissa, you are the world’s worst foodie. By all accounts, duck fat is unbelievable ambrosia to any involved with the gastronomic arts. And since I love all things involving duck, who am I to argue?

     
    • Melissa

      June 5, 2012 at 1:36 pm

      I believe the very best roast potatoes are cooked in duck fat (or is it goose fat?). But this was duck fat spread like butter! If that’s being a foodie, I am proud to be bad at it 🙂

       
  2. MarinaDesireeD (@MarinaDesireeD)

    June 6, 2012 at 1:59 am

    goose fat and its best with onions (so I heard, despise the stuff myself, but my sis loves it). anyway, back to Martinstag! OMG that is AMAZING!!! Laterne, Laterne, Sonne Mond und Sterne…love it! (http://www.hausfrauenseite.de/kinder/martinslieder.html#ich_geh_mit_laterne)
    Back when I was a kid (yes, stone age I know) the walk would start at my primary school, where we all got a Bretzel and then we walked to another school and traffic was completely blocked for the whole evening, the streets were ours. Some of my fondest memories!! St. Martin would ride ahead with his horse and after the bridge the different schools were joined for a huge group of people, then we would watch St. Martin cutting his cloak in two pieces and sharing it with the poor soul. Afterwards there was a lottery and you could win a goose for christmas dinner. Nowadays this has lost momentum in Germany, its mostly small celebrations, nothing like what we did back then. I am so blessed to have grown up in the 80’s!
    Now, as you said, kids go around basically trick or treating.

     
    • Melissa

      June 6, 2012 at 9:40 pm

      Maybe the crunchy bits were onions?
      Gorgeous memories – thank you for sharing! 🙂

       

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