It seems like it has been Christmas forever here in Munich, what with the markets starting in late November and all. Yesterday finally marked the end of the season with Three Kings Day (also known as the 12th day of Christmas, not that I noticed any particular increase in drumming), which is a holiday here in Bavaria. And a perfect excuse to get together with friends for a little food and drink. And this weather is perfect for keeping excessive amounts of beer and wine cold, as illustrated in the fancy gutter fridge above (Need a new beer? Open any window!).
The only thing I know about celebrating Three Kings Day is that it involves cake (and not frankincense, as one might be led to believe by certain stories). Different regions of the world have their own versions of a king cake, but what they all seem to have in common is the hidden choking hazard awaiting the “winner”. This year we celebrated with the French kind of king cake, and it was unusually delicious: flaky pastry with an almond filling… and a turtle. Whoever got the turtle in her piece had to sing a song in French* and then was rewarded with a lovely paper crown.
So, no more holidays for a long while. What now? Guess it’s time to start skiing.
* Yes, the chorus of ‘Lady Marmalade’ totally counts.
True. Holiday fatigue set in a while ago. I shudder to think how frazzled I might be if all had gone according to plan.
BTW, our good friend Miss deYoung got the turtle?
Drinks on Friday. Fo’ shizzle.
Indeed, she was one of the three monarchs for the evening.
Penciling you in for Friday now…
We had one of those the other day (galette du roi) at my wife’s boss’s place. The boss cut the cake – she also, by strange coincidence, found the token.
And that is why she’s the boss.
Mark – did someone hide under the table and call out names? That part was a little puzzling…
It sounds like the tradition is to have the youngest sit under the table and choose who gets the next slice cut. That helps prevent someone from rigging the game!
All hail King AK!
No one his under the table, but the Boss did ask Amynah to call out names. Mind you, much as I am fond of her, I’m not entirely sure Amynah isn’t above accepting a little bribery to rig the game.
Hey, when you’ve got a chance to get on the boss’s good side…
Thanks Queen AK
I mean that’s Queen AK