I’ve been thinking about traditions. It began on Instagram a few of weeks ago, when French bakery Agathé Pâtisserie announced that they’d be making galette des rois, or King Cake, to order over the weekend following Epiphany (January 6th). Every single piece of this information would have been disastrously meaningless to me if I hadn’t, one year before, read David Lebovitz’s blog post on the very topic – alas, I was enlightened to the French tradition, and so found myself throwing my very first King Cake party this year.
It was marvellous.
From the moment I read Lebovitz’s blog post I was enamoured by the idea of the galette des rois tradition: it involved a group of friends, the most heavenly looking, pastry-laden cake, and the competitive thrill of finding the year’s lucky porcelain trinket baked into one’s given piece. I’m not quite sure there could be an existing tradition that is more up my alley.