Last night I ate the tastiest galette des rois I have ever had, made by my friend, Odile, who currently lives in my gite.
January in France is dominated by the ongoing exchange of “meilleurs voeux” and by various gatherings when we eat one of these galettes. The galette is a round puff pastry cake filled with frangipane, which in theory I love as it is marzipan, or frangipane, paste. In the middle is a fève, a charm.
All too often, however, the galette disappoints – indifferent pastry and heavy filling. Not so Odile’s. Both the pastry and the frangipane were wonderfully light. I enjoyed it with fellow guests, Monique Colomb (formerly of the campsite, so I have known her for nearly 40 years) and Dominique, a maths teacher at the lycée, whose main obsession is his forthcoming planned visit to China (hence my demonstrating translation programs on my watch).
Next galette des rois tasting on Thursday, at the pensioners’ club in Bréau.