gallettery

 At this time of year, we are forced to eat Galette des Rois, allegedly to celebrate the arrival or possibly departure of the wise kings at the birth of the savoir, or to acknowledge the supremacy of the Sun, depending on your culture.

Thin leaves of puff pastry stuffed with almond cream (frangipane) - what could possibly go wrong? It's quite serious here, with 'blind' tastings between manufactured ones and artisanal ones. They come with a paper crown, which the eater who gets the 'feve ' has to wear. In they olden days a feve was literally a bean but nowadays it's a little porcelain statue. Can be anything, depending on point of origin... a film star or something pertaining to the christmas story. It's in the cake, somewhere - watch out for your teeth.

The top pasty level is cut either with a leaf pattern or rays-of-sun pattern. Here's my feve...

There are people who collect these things; and I confess, there are many dotted about our house. 

Sunday's market was thin on the ground - lots of people but not many stalls. Fruit and vedge especially lacking though Geraldine of Verdier and sons was doing duty, bless her - didn't snap her but here's her view - and Mamadou. looking glamorous - and a strange image emerging from the advertising column.

Other news; La Chapaire continues closed, as do all the other restaurants in town and ha! a sign to the 'arts'  centre.

Met many other friends at the market whose photos I will not embarrass them with and chatted lots-  though alas, it is matters medical that concern us all these days. Still quite exciting though :)