Galette des Rois, 2

I know what I said in a recent post about my life not being simply cake-filled holidays. Though, I do admit that there is an above average incidence of cake.

Here is the galette de rois, original frangipane, that I've been waiting for:


It is absolutely perfect. When I slipped it out of its paper bag, my fingers crushed the flaky crust. I stuck the knife into its dense heart and pulled the knife outwards. As my knife came closer to the edge, I could feel the denseness give way to airiness. That sound of air escaping. And finally, the knife cut through the edge, with flakes of pastry showering down.


M. and I ate it in silence, giving it the reverence required.