A poster like this is irresistible:
A spot of history, a spot of lunch, a new village to explore …. had to be done.
Orliac-de-Bar is only a few miles from here. Like so many others in the area, it has a little building, the village oven, built once upon a time to bake the loaves of those villagers who had no oven of their own. These days, when everybody uses the boulangerie or a bread-making machine, they’re generally dusted down and used only on high days and holidays
We arrived as the oven was getting going. As visitors from afar, the organisers seized on us, anxious to show off their little bit of village history. A couple of men thrust bundle after bundle of brushwood into the glowing maw of the oven. When the oven was judged to be hot enough, the woody embers were swept out, and the oven allowed to cool – just a little.
Our new friends popped an ear of wheat into a wooden clasp and introduce it into the heat. It singed. Nope. The oven was still too hot. The wheat should be burnished gold, not burnt. Try again soon…..
Eventually the oven was pronounced to be not too hot, not too cold, but just right. A small team of villagers jammed pizzas (that well known French country delicacy?) and apple tarts into the oven to be baked.
Twenty minutes later we were sitting down at long refectory tables arranged in the village square, doing what the French do best: sharing food, wine and conversation. No photos. I was too busy enjoying myself, and never gave it a thought.
The village also had an exhibition of aspects of its history. Here are some photos of a not-so-long-departed way of life. I think they need no explanation.
And here are our new-found friends, waving us off after a day well spent.
Back at home, we had a fine solid Orliac-baked loaf to accompany our cheese and salad.
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That apple tart looks soooo good – and your new friends look a lot of fun too! x
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It was a brilliant day, Such fun xx
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What a wonderful day and so interesting too. Congratulations on making the most of a special occasion like that and sharing it with us.
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Ah well, if I share it, it helps me remember too!
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Love your new friends! And I’m quite game to try French apples. 🙂 🙂
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In a tart like that – so good.
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How strange that I should tap into the bread theme!
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Strange how things like this quite often happen.
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Interesting how communal village life was, and how great to have a taste of it and quite literally too.
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Some villages work hard to strenthen their bonds and celebrate what they have. This is clearly one of them.
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Sounds like a great way to spend the day. It is wonderful that they continue the communal aspects of village life on occasion!
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Yes, and that they made outsiders so welcome too.
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A very atmospheric post that must have made everyone who read it feel they were briefly on an adjacent seat, waiting for the food to be ready so they could sample some.
There’s nothing more comforting than bread… except perhaps pie.
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Oh, thank you! Yep, can’t beat a good pie.
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And here I sit, nicely ‚filled‘ with a wonderful ‚two parts‘ of my home baked rhubarb tart I made for Hero Husband‘s return from a business trip. Rhubarb from my garden, an organic puff pastry, a lovely mug of tea (after 3 espressi earlier)….. HH is gone for the next trip and I am left back to finish all the goodies I‘ve prepared. Life is good – and your post is EXCELLENT 🙂
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Thank you! And your little treats ound excellent too.
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Sharing food again. And, it all looked so tasty. I still can’t figure out why the French, Italians, Spanish . . . etc are all so good at it and the experience here in the UK is usually just, well, painful. And, we have to have the encouragement of a National occasion to make the effort. Is it our unreliable weather?
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Let’s blame the weather. But I do think we’re getting better at it. I’ve been to a couple of street parties in recent years that were just good fun.
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What fabulous fun. Those old ovens are priceless. It’s great that they are keeping up the tradition.
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It was a real celebration. Good times.
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