No. 129-130: Becoming a Fabophile and One Last Kings’ Cake
I told you if I had grown up in France, I would probably be one of those crazy cat ladies, who instead of collecting cats, would be an extreme collector of fèves. Alas, just look at me now with my first real Galette des Rois season officially winding down, not only did I manage to share seven cakes this month, approximately one every 4 days, I also found the fève four times, and got to be queen for the day, or at least the evening, once a week.
I consider this my first real Galette des Rois season, because prior to this January, I had no idea there was such a thing as a fabophile, or that there were entire websites and conventions devoted to this hobby. I come by this predilection honestly. My father, aka, the Grand Poobah, was a rabid collector of toys, and lived by the slogan, “The One with the Most Toys, Wins”. I think my maman would have been much happier if he only collected fèves. They take up a lot less room.
On top of the four fèves I won fair and square, I may also have purchased just a few (and been given some super tacky ones as a gift).
Okay. I’ll come clean. I spent 3 hours on a lovely, albeit, slightly fanatical, woman’s website exchanging franglaise messages about her collection. Obsessed with French pastries and pâtisseries, I finally decided on this delectable assortment of teeny tiny pastries. I paid a bit more than I should have, but my new friend, I reasoned, needed the money for a better set of fèves for herself.
They arrived tout de suite with a nice hand written note, and an extra surprise collection.
So, with one official fève season under my belt, I already have 20 little beans to use for my homemade Galette des Rois next year, as, bien sûr, I took another Galette des Rois cooking course last week.
This time we learned to make it with frangipane cream: almond cream plus pastry cream. It was the best galette I’ve had to date, better than the bakers, and a heck of a lot cheaper.
The only snag with this fine homespun galette was that we forgot to put a fève in it. Drat! It’s decidedly likely I would have come away with one last treasure to add to my burgeoning collection.
(Please check back in a couple of days for one last recipe for one last Kings’ Cake.)
Vocabulaire:
fabophile: collector of fèves
fève: fève bean, broad bean; the prize inside the Galette des Rois
franglaise: French and English mixed
Galette des Rois: Kings’ Cake, eaten on Epiphany and throughout January.
pâtisseries: pastry shops
tout de suite: immediately
I’ve never been to France. I hope to someday. I will live vicariously through your blog. The Denver Art Museum as an exhibit right now, Passport to Paris. I just went last night. I learned more about Louis XIV and was swept away by all the paintings of the Impressionist era. It was grand.
You’re in Denver? I grew up in Denver (Green Mountain), we still own a house in Golden. Is there a good sized Polish community there? I’m going to have a Polish Easter in Paris this spring. I will definitely be back to visit your blog. Merci bien.
Yes there is a small Polish community in Denver. How wonderful for our connection.
Félications on the gorgeous collection of fèves. It always amazes me that no one breaks a tooth on the darn things. But they sure are sweet!
Thank goodness fève season is over! Now on to my New Year’s resolution to drop a few pounds…although now it’s on to crêpes, non?
I was just about to blog about that! 😉
Please do–you’ve got to have a funny crêpe story or two after so many years in Frogland.
Fab collection – did not realise this was an inherited thing. May I have the recipe when you’re next over in non-feve land please?
Absolument. Coming across the pond v soon. Be on the look out for an email and plea to stay with you. Re: the collection…yes I suppose i can pin my desire for multiple shoes, coats and kitchen items on my daddy too. x