Why We Gather: Field Notes on 2025 Bouja Party
A sense of urgency is how I describe the dawn of every new season. An excitement I can hardly handle yet none compare to Autumn. The preparation, training and planning to make everything turn out perfectly only to realize that the greatest moments require simply being. That season change and sovereign appreciation begin every year at the Avon Hills Folk School Community Bouja.
I grew up in this neck of the woods and near to the family dedicated to these many crafts. I even learned how to drive a stick shift on those muddy maple hills hauling sap in the ol' Willys Jeep (thank you for your patience on that, Chris). I vaguely remember my first time mixing the bouja, I was barely tall enough to reach over the kettle.
Attending this event today is much like I remember it decades ago. Some new faces, some new desserts and maybe even new music, yet it is preserved in time and exactly how it has always been. Nearly perfect.
Whichever way the wind is blowing is how I recommend walking down the path and approaching the big kettle. Down-wind, of course. That first sniff might just heal you and change your day completely. Another bit of advice, don't rush to get in line but let the line provide prime people watching opportunities and a chance to get lost down by the creek looking for deer tracks and chasing those thrilled kids through the woods.
I have yet to hear a proper description for the flavor and way the bouja hits the soul. My description is "a food I could live off of for the rest of my life." Don't even ask me for the recipe.. these are family secrets only spoken of in dimly lit shacks deep within the forest. Maybe try a bribe.
You might want to wear your long johns, perhaps a jacket but most likely your favorite flannel and a hat to keep the sun out of your eyes. Never has the weather changed the way that day can change your mood in such a positive way. It quickly becomes a staple and a priority to not miss out on this top tier community building moment of warm bouja goodness!
We hope to share a spot in the leaves under a tree with you and sending love from our family to yours.
-Eric, Kara, Chase & Sawyer Poissant