FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD.
We have been wined and dined this weekend by a French family and an American expat family. I can’t eat another bite. And I’m totally intimidated after experiencing dîner à la française!
The French dinner or Sunday afternoon meal is a long and elaborate affair — beginning with the Champagne or Kir as the aperitif. Following is the entree [what we Americans call the appetizer], a lovely soup or small flaky pastry with scallops. Then the plat [what we call the entree] – entrecote [which you know as steak] or Strasbourg sausage, pork loin, and saur kraut. Full yet? Wait – we aren’t done! Next, les fromages….cheeses (yes, plural) and baguettes…and then the dessert….and then the digestif , and then the coffee…..and then a pillow and blanket, because you are face down in a serious food coma! It was all excellent!
WAIT! OH NO! ARG! What the heck am I going to cook to reciprocate? No pressure. Think, think, think…. 
What did we have for dessert, did you say? France is a predominantly Catholic country and in January, they celebrate Epiphany with a galette des rois. ‘The Kings’ Cake’ celebrates the arrival of the Three Wise Men in Bethlehem. Composed of a puff pastry cake, with a small charm, the fève, hidden inside, it is usually filled with frangipane, a cream made from sweet almonds, butter, eggs and sugar. Not too sweet, flaky, and absolutely WONDERFUL. Whoever finds the fève gets to wear the Burger King crown!
Ok, gotta go. Mon mari is asking ‘what’s for dinner…..’
REALLY????????
Love, Mindy
Matthew 11:28 Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
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