And so it is. Habits, traditions and cultures change over time...and one day we realize that things aren't like they used to be. I grew up in a community where everyone had the same meal on a Sunday afternoon...and that meal was called 'faspa' (a low German word for a light meal). As I recall...it wasn't always so light! If it was at my grandmother's home, it generally consisted of potato salad, cold meats, fruit salad, cheese and pickles...
...was the view to the west as our guests arrived. What amazing sunsets we have enjoyed this past week!
...and double-decker buns called zwiebacks. And that was just the beginning...then came all the baked goodies, which included platz (fruit streusel), pastries, and assorted cookies. The premise behind 'faspa' seemed to be that the food was all prepared on Saturday...making Sunday a true day of rest.
Some time back, our pastor shared his experience of being invited out to 'faspa'. Being totally unfamiliar with the term, he thought it would be a banquet of sorts...and was rather disappointed with the 'dry bun and cheese' he was served. Since it sounded nothing like the 'faspa' I remembered...I decided it was time to re-visit the faspa of my childhood...and invite the pastor and a few other friends to share in the meal.
I sent out a proper invitation on appropriate stationery...
...well, it seemed fitting for a meal from the past! I baked my mom-in-laws zwiebacks...and (although they will never look as nice as hers) they turned out O.K. Although many of the other offerings of Sunday faspa are optional...zwiebacks are a staple! I baked Anneliese's platz, Lovella's pie-by-the-yard, my mom's crumb cake...I can see why they needed a day of rest after preparing food all day Saturday!
I pulled out the good china...and brewed Pastor Ron's favorite coffee. What fun we had with friends around the Sunday afternoon faspa table...enjoying all those dishes we used to have at Grandma's table. Who would have thought that we would one day want to re-live faspa? You don't know what you have...until it's gone!
For the rest of us...it was a trip down memory lane. For Ron and Sherry...it was Faspa 101!
Maybe we'll do it again sometime (not too soon, though...it's a lot more work than my usual Sunday meals!).
One other thing that made the afternoon most special...