The cake

Sunday we celebrate the Epiphany and we can enjoy these delicious cakes and buns topped with the famous bean. I find it unfortunate that these traditional cakes are on sale since December in supermarkets because it has no meaning. Similarly it should not be that this ritual is dragging on until February because as they say After the party, farewell the saint.
I remember sharing the cake in my youth when I was hiding under the table to designate the recipient of the hand: for that that one, I asked my mother? I mentioned in the order of my preferences emotional moment of the beneficiary, an order which could be upset by a quarrel with one of my brothers. I kept preciously beans at home but was left to chance and there was no question of promoting younger, namely yours truly.
At work the Epiphany will be the opportunity to taste many, probably a bit too. I dread to be crowned queen, having to choose a king and especially to be decked out in the crown. Good ridicule does not kill me and if fate means I will pay the next cake.






























