Thursday, August 15th was actually a holiday here in Bulgaria. It was an Orthodox holiday, actually. For those who may be educated in the field of religion, Assumption Day was the holiday that was celebrated here about ten days ago. Here is a link for readers to look at (Assumption Day). While working on the farm last week, Ian informed us that there would be a village gathering that included the sacrifice of a few sheep. He tried to explain some of what occurs at these gatherings, but it turns out that we was unaware of the day's meaning.
The pots are a brewin'
Choppin' up some sheep
The buckets are awaiting to be filled
I did some research and according to the Orthodox calendar that day was the Day of Assumption. I eventually found it it was the day in which St. Mary ascends into heaven. Clicking the link above in the first paragraph will take care of all that you need to know.
As we approach the grounds of this little church, we noticed about ten big black pots boiling. In those big black pots were various parts of sheep. The little ladies working the event, were cutting up tomatoes, peppers, and onions as well, in order to add a little flavor to the soup. Anytime you go somewhere and there are giant pots of something boiling, you tend to get some hunger pains, as you anxiously await the time where the meal can be served.
As the pots were a brewin', a priest came out in his robe, and performed a little ceremony. Many of us in the audience paid to lay some candles down to burn at unmarked grave. The priest also took something from around his neck (I have no idea what it would be called), and chanted what may have been some scriptures in honor of the day. Then he took some flowers that were dipped in water and sprinkled the water onto the heads of those who walked up to lay down some coins for water. Many of the parishioners kissed the middle of the cross as the water was sprinkled on them. I was amazed at the devotion these villagers showed during this ceremony.
Additionally, there were large round loaves of bread that all of the members of the village/church brought as part of the feast. Eventually, as we found out, the bread was to be broken and served among those closest to you. Lucas, (Polish farmhand), and Chala (British farm helper) walked around and shared the bread we made with the Bulgarians in our area. There must have been something symbolic about the sharing of the breads. Many of the breads were so beautifully made - sounds weird, but they were probably all homemade as well.
Finally, all of the soup from the pots was poured into large buckets, that were then poured into buckets, pots, bowls, etc. Whatever container one brought it was filled up with the soup. Half of the church grounds consisted of just lines of buckets, and pots. Anyway, the soup had some good taste, but nothing extravagant, (like my meal tonight was). I was lucky to have my iPod on hand to get a few pictures of the event that I could share here as well.
Sharing some bread
Preparing to fill some buckets
