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|| Thursday, February 01, 2007 ||

Sun, 28th Jan

Day 145 : La Galette des Rois

A long time ago, was born in a manger, an Infant who would one day be crowned King of Kings. That night a star shone particularly bright in the velvet sky. Three wise men, each himself a monarch, saw the star, and knew. So they packed and set off to worship the King.

Because in those days there were no such things airplanes in those days, the wise men took a while to arrive. And when they did, the new parents found that they had brought along a pastry, to celebrate the birth of the Infant King.

The day the wise men arrived at the manger is now known as the Epiphany or in French, le jour des Rois (Day of Kings). And to commemorate this happy occation, every year, on day of the Epiphany (6th Jan), the French celebrate by sharing a pastry know as the Galette des Rois (Pastry of Kings).

Well at least that was the version my French schoolmate told me.

The French are no sticklers for rules. The Galette is no longer strictly eaten on the Epiphany. It, or rather, she is available all January in France. And she is a very big thing in France too. Every boulangarie or supermarket with a sense of self-respect sells it. The best, average and worst families eat it. French bloggers, are duty-bound to post about it. The Galette is to the French for the Ephiphany, what bak kwa is to us for Chinese New Year.

I got me one of my own. Looks unspectacular doesn't it? Don't let looks deceive you. This thing cost me €9.

I cut myself a slice.

Lo and behold! My first slice contained the fève, the lucky charm! Normally, the Galette is shared by the family and the one who gets the charm is crowned King or Queen for the day. The new sovereign then gets to pick a Queen or King.

Guess who I chose as consort?

King Heffridge Trumpler Bumpet Heffalump VI