Tomorrow is the first day of September. And, this weekend is the first one of the month. That means it is time for the Sagra dei Pomi...or, the Festival of the Apples... in Codiponte!!! Our little Tuscan neighborhood is home to a particular variety, a red & crisp Rondei/Rondelle/whatever apple. Every time I ask a local the apple's name, I get a different response. This is a perennial problem with Italian and its innumerable dialects/terms/other. I cannot tell you how delicious all the pies, cakes, fritters, ecc are. Let me just say that Mr. You & I bought an apple strudel and it was finished BEFORE we had left the confines of the village. There!!!
The banners are out. The entire village is clipped and swept and cleaned and decked out in its festival finery. And...
...the teenagers of the village have been working afternoons & evenings on the various floats for... The Floats Competition. Allegory, it is to be. How that works with the festival's 40th Birthday is beyond my imagination.
...the family whose house is nearly ON the Medieval bridge spanning the Aullela have been building a new grilling pit for the barbecue restaurant, which will be in the flood-plain underneath the same bridge...
...other men-of-the-village have erected a new kitchen over by the Piazza Civico, since the Health Authorities said all cooking facilities must meet their rigorous Health Standards. What Standards? More like a lot of bureaucracy and from Berlusconi's government. Meaning, there are now more regulations than an ex-Italian Communist could ever dream of...
...and still others have been dealing with electrical/plumbing/refrigeration issues. More fodder for the Health Authorities, I suppose...
...the women-folk have started cooking the 800+ pies/cakes/others for sale in several local kitchens meeting, again, those Rigorous Health Standards...
...AND... Mr. You is a Judge for the Apple Cake/Pie/Other Competition on Sunday afternoon. Poor thing. He'll have to mix with the falderal. Gads.
...the teenagers of the village have been working afternoons & evenings on the various floats for... The Floats Competition. Allegory, it is to be. How that works with the festival's 40th Birthday is beyond my imagination.
...the family whose house is nearly ON the Medieval bridge spanning the Aullela have been building a new grilling pit for the barbecue restaurant, which will be in the flood-plain underneath the same bridge...
...other men-of-the-village have erected a new kitchen over by the Piazza Civico, since the Health Authorities said all cooking facilities must meet their rigorous Health Standards. What Standards? More like a lot of bureaucracy and from Berlusconi's government. Meaning, there are now more regulations than an ex-Italian Communist could ever dream of...
...and still others have been dealing with electrical/plumbing/refrigeration issues. More fodder for the Health Authorities, I suppose...
...the women-folk have started cooking the 800+ pies/cakes/others for sale in several local kitchens meeting, again, those Rigorous Health Standards...
...AND... Mr. You is a Judge for the Apple Cake/Pie/Other Competition on Sunday afternoon. Poor thing. He'll have to mix with the falderal. Gads.