This blog started in Sep 2010, to capture stories from my home village Höfen in Southern Germany, where I was going to live again for one year. I’m now living back in London, and I keep thinking about what is rural.
After a week of asking many in the village if they have a canning machine, or know someone with a canning machine, the very friendly publican from Goldener Stern in Rattelsdorf lets me use his. It’s about 80 years old, and they use it for potted meat. This is also the pub where they make their own cottage cheese and once in a while fresh sausages to be fried on the day – something that Frankonians seem to appreciate very highly and the pub is packed on the day. Today was quiet and he didn’t mind me canning clay.
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