If we were having coffee together today, I would tell you…

If we were having together today, I would tell you…

to come in first, and not to mind the mud that you would have collected under the soles of your shoes. It has been raining all week and all is wet. The soil is mostly made of clay near the house, so even if we have gravel driveways, it is difficult to avoid a little mud.

Please, do come in. We shall stay in the little sitting room. It may been seen either as snug or as shabby – probably a little of both. And it is in great need of a spring cleaning but that will wait a little longer. Please, sit down. The chairs are comfortable. What do you prefer? Tea? Coffee? Cider? Fuit juice? Water? I am afraid there is no soda, no fizzy drink, and only natural fruit juice. Will that be fine for you?

You know that the great news of the week is that we have  the help of a Shopping-cum-Cleaning Lady, whose name is Marlène. She drove the Girls to The Supermarket and to The Village for the magazines and medicines. The Girls are very enthusiastic and speak highly of her. So highly that I felt a twinge in a corner of my heart and wondered if I was really that useful or if they would not be happier with new people. Jealousy is a fault, and I do not want to keep The Girls to myself, but I don’t know what I would do without them now that I left everything for them. I confess I see myself as my sister’s old Teddy Bear: useful and a companion for a while, then discarted and thrown away. After all, I have no more other family and no more friends… However, I promised THEY would be happy. If they are such with this solution, then there is nothing better I may do but to resign myself.

The other great news is that we have come to the end of the Advent-Christmas season. I thank you to have followed me through my ramblings and memories. I have met you, and you, and you: lots of new people, thanks to Solveig and Trent and Hammad, among others. I am glad of these new acquaintances as I am glad that you, and you, and you, older friends, have shared my talks.

To end the Christmas time, the French celebrate the Feast of Epiphany, when the three Magi/Kings came from the Eastern world to adore the Child in his manger. At home, we had either the galette with marzipan or the gâteau de rois, which is like a brioche, with or without fruits confits (candied fruits) on top.

This is a picture of the galette à la frangipane that was found initially in the Northern parts of France, and the gâteau brioché avec des fruits confits which is still found in the South of France, near Bordeaux for instance.


But this above is the gâteau de rois you find in the Dordogne. It is a simple brioche in the form of a crown, with only those big grains of sugar that crunch under the teeth. The gâteau is found after Christmas and until Lent at least, with a break for pancakes on February, 2nd. It is eaten as a dessert with clementines or with une salade d’oranges, and a cup of coffee, or for breakfast and any occasion where you drink coffee. You know, tea is a recent thing only in France. In the nineteen sixties and seventies, it was still something “posh” that was drunk at  five o’clock in the afternoon by ladies and sometimes gentlemen. Think of the trade history in Britain and France, and you will understand why it was still something unusual for most people – and expensive as well. Cider is drunk preferably with the galette if you are in Brittany or Normandy, and with champagne or other bubbly wine when you celebrate the day of Epiphany, or on some grand occasion.

All cakes have something in common: hidden in the pastry: this is “the bean” – la fève -, which is either a plastic or china little figurine. It started in the Middle-Ages by being a true bean, and slowly became something fancy. Nowadays, there are collectors of these figurines that come in series: Nativity characters, houses, Disney characters, whatever.

But the ceremony of the gâteau de rois is more complex. There must be as many slices as the number of guests around the table, plus another one of the first poor person that would come to the house. Then, the youngest member of the family, goes under the table, and the father asks: ” For whom this slice?” and the child names one person. This goes on until everybody has been served. One slice at least must remain, not to be eaten by the guests. Then, if and when one of the diners finds la fève, he or she is declared King or Queen and must choose his or her counterpart, put the crown of golden cardboard on his or her head, and drink. The aclamation is the shout: “Le roi (la reine) boit!” (The King – the Queen – drinks!). Then, the other guests may toast the King and the Queen and drink as well.

When I was a child, we managed to cram Epiphany in all the festivities we celebrated in the country. As we were visiting again Great-Grand-Mother and Aunt Sweet, Great-Uncle Mark and his wife, Great-Aunt Eliza, their children and grand-children, Great-Uncle Albert and Great-Aunt Amelia, Great-Aunt Afra (an Italian young girl that Great-Uncle Philip had married because of her beauty) who was a widow but with children and grand-children, Great-Uncle François and Great-Aunt Ida and their children and grand-children, ad lib…, we were were satiated with gâteaux de rois wherever we went! There might easily be three in an afternoon sometimes. Plus the ones we would take to some older and further reatives who were staying in homes! There was an indigestion (figuratively speaking) of this cake, and the evenings were full of decoctions and infusions of verbena, mint, lime or chamomile.

Of course, what a fellow reader in one of my online reading groups calls the yearly “tinsellectomy” cannot happen as it does in Anglo-Saxon countries, the day after New Year’s Day. The Kings/Magi are due to arrive at the stable, in the Nativity scene, on the Epiphany Day or Sunday named by the Church. For instance, the Kings/Magi statuettes were put before the Child last Sunday in church, with the camels at the back of the scene, and on Wednesday at home (on the 6th of January), and are to stay until the Baptism of Christ (this Sunday in Church). They will linger a little at home and the whole scene will be packed until the end of this year; on Thursday when Marlèn comes to help me clean the house.

 Chances are great that you will see nothing again of this organised untidiness when you drop in next week for your weekly chat. But there will still be some gâteau de rois: you will have to tell me that you want something different – biscuits, shortbread, cannelés… – if you don’t like this cake, as it will stay on and on now.

Spring will have come inside, I promise. It has already peeped through the door, in the kitchen. I shall show you more next week.

But it is late and you may be visiting other bloggers or hosting an event yourself. Or you may have something else to do, better than staying nattering with me. I shall say bood bye, and thank you to have spent a moment with The Girls and me. And leave you with a thought a fellow blogger who is a vicar in the North of England told us, his readers, at the end of his post about architecture. He told us of the service for Epiphany in his parish and church and let us with a reminder of his wife:

Have a good week! Take care!


28 thoughts on “If we were having coffee together today, I would tell you…

  1. In Mexico, they have the rosca de reyes, or the Kings’ crown. It’s a very simple cake, as you described, with a little baby figure baked inside. Whoever gets the baby in their slice is going to have a very good year, filled with luck and many good things!

    I love to read about different customs throughout the world which end up being not so different.

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      1. I have read your blog: Australia, if I understood well. Of course, customs must be different: they have to as you are in full summer when we need warm things and comfort food while we are in full winter!
        I read about your toad and, no, thank you, no kiss to see if he is Prince Charming…
        And last but not least, I am very glad to know you. 🙂


  2. Thank you for having me over.
    I did not know about the extra slice for someone poor. I had my first galette this morning, actually it was a brioche feuilleté with fruits it was very good but not traditional. I have never seen the version you have in Dordogne, just the other two that are in the picture just above.
    Have a beautiful weekend, I do hope that the rain will stop eventually.

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    1. Your galette is very tempting! The brioche we have in Dordogne is very simple. I wonder if it is because part of the country was not very rich before: some areas were very poor: there were lots of woods and swamps. I guess there was not much money but there were plenty of poor people. Hence the extra slice.
      Thank you for letting me know about the coffee “rendez-vous” each week: this is very cosy and pleasant.
      Is Little One getting better or has she still got her nasty cold?
      Enjoy your Sunday and I hope the weather in Paris will be better than ours. 🙂


  3. I am happy to meet you this week and enjoyed the custom you described. I have been wondering why my mother never had coffee in the house as she was of French heritage. Her folks came to the US from Canada so they would not have been involved in the Tea Party when tea was no longer drank in the United States.

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    1. I am very happy to meet you as well.
      Thank you to have stopped at my place and to have taken a (virual) cup of coffee – to have read the post. Was coffee more expensive than tea? That could have been a reason why your mother had none in your house. The French had coffee through their colonies and trade. Tea was rather an English monopoly and was not commonly drunk. But it might have been more easily found in Canada, even for people of French heritage.
      I hope you will come back, at least for another cup of something next week. But if you feel like stopping by before, you are greatly welcome! 🙂

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      1. No coffee is he drink of choice in United States. It goes back to 1776 when British inpose a tax on tea for their colonies. In Boston colonial men board a a British ship loaded with tea and dumped the tea into the Harbor. That is known as the Boston Tea Prty and the start of War with England. That is one thing I hope they still teaching. The cost is about the same. Canada remain loyal to the English crown.

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      2. I buy my tea that comes into the states from Canada. I buy Red Rose tea that is English and sent to Canada.I also like Biglow brand. It is very good. English Breatfast, Lemon and orange spice of that brand. I also look for specialty teas.
        I learned not order hot tea at restaurants as the water is not hot enough to brew the tea.

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  4. I very much enjoyed your description of the epiphany in Dordogne. In New Orleans, Louisiana, where my husband is from, there is a cake called a King Cake for Mardi Gras that is very similar to your gateau de rois, except these days they put a thin white icing and colored sugars on it. But the ceremony of the slices and the child and the bean (which is often a plastic baby) is nearly identical! I like the plain cake from days gone by better.

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    1. As New Orleans and Louisiana once were French, do you think that the two celebrations – in France and in New Orleans – could have the same roots? And had been moved from Epiphany to Mardi Gras? Then, it would be interesting to know why and when it happened!
      Thank you to have stopped to read and to comment. This is a real pleasure. I hope you will come back. 🙂


  5. I really enjoyed reading about the 12th Night ceremony, it isn’t a festival I have ever celebrated and had no idea about the ceremony of the youngest sitting under the table. I have visited France often but only made my first trip to the Dordogne last summer (Grignols). A fellow DESsie sent me a link to your post about Perigeux, which both my husband and I enjoyed. Thank you.

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    1. You went to Grignols? Funny! This rather close to The House! We know the village wel enough with its big castle upon the hill. Did you like the area? It is not one of the most touristy but, well, it is our place… So we like it. And, yes, I posted this entry of my blog about Périgueux on the DESsie page and they bore with me! I dived in my memories and in my family memories during all the Advent time for an Advent Calendar and in the Twelve Days after Christmas. When I look back, I see that we are a family very resectful of rituals, lttle private celebrations, and also of elders. We were and still are out of fashion, I think. But on the other hand, I believe in roots: without them, we could not grow, we would be like straw in the wind. Perhaps this is what I find in DES and in Angela Thirkell…
      Thank you for stopping, reading and taking time to comment. And please, tell me more about your stay in Grignols! 🙂


  6. Interesting. 🙂

    We have our own version of the dessert here in New Orleans as we move from Twelfth Night (Epiphany) to Mardi Gras. King cakes sometimes have filling in them, but can just be a cinnamon-enhanced brioche or cake with a sugary glaze. People have got weird about choking hazards, so some places have turned to putting the baby (only a few places still use a bean or some other thing) outside the cake. There’s not as big a tradition around the cutting of the cake, but whomever gets the slice with the baby is supposed to provide the next cake.

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    1. The providing of the next cake is also done in France but it is a newer tradition as it comes mostly through socializing outside the family group. Of course, when the cake is shared and eaten at work or among friends, there is no such ceremony as the youngest member and the slice for the poor people. But the guest who finds the “baby”, which can be the moon, Bambi, a car, or whatever is fashionable that year,- the guest, the, is king or queen and crowns a king or a queen (with jokes) and should buy the next cake. But this is more recent.

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