When you can buy 3 Kings Cake in the supermarket, you know that Christmas is really finished until the end of the year. It is all to do with the 12th night in the Christmas story, when the 3 guys turned up with a few gifts, and in many countries in Europe, except for Great Britain it seems, you can celebrate with a 3 Kings cake. It is a light sweet bread sort of thing with some fruit and sugar springkles on the top. It is baked in sections. The idea is that everyone takes a section and bites into it, hoping to find a small plastic King in the part they are chosen. I think it was originally a bean, before plastic kings were born, and the idea came from France.
Now it begins to get exciting, because if you happen to find a king in your cake, then you can wear the golden paper crown delivered with the cake, and you are King of the day. This is if your are lucky, if you are unlucky, someone else get the King, or you find the King in your part of the cake, by biting on the plastic and have to make an emergency trip to the dentist, because it had either broken a tooth, a filling, or even a crown on the tooth.
It does not really work so well. I have been King few times in my past Christmas life, but only for a couple of minutes when disappointment reigned with the kids, and everytime I gave out a queenly decree to do something for me, no-one bothered to listen, as they were too busy eating their cake.
It is quite a tasty, but for me a little on the dry side. I like to spread butter on it. The cake in the photo was from last year, as this year’s has not yet been bought. I have it on today’s shopping list, although they appeared in the supermarket at the New Year. They used to only be there for a day, on 6th January, but these things change. You can now even buy hot cross buns during the year in England, although they are a Good Friday thing, so I expect the three Kings cakes will soon be available in the summer holidays.
Our garden(s) are now completely white, with temperatures at -5° C this morning, so there will be no hope of a snow melt. However the roads are clear and no problem driving to the supermarket. At last a few different photos on the way of snow clad roofs and paths.
I am slowly thinking we might have a poltergeist at home as things are disappearing, although it might be that I put them somewhere and forget about it. I lost a lens cover for the macro lens, but found it this morning. Tracing back my steps I remembered taking a few photos of my newly blossomed amaryllis, and there is was on the table next to the amaryllis. I am still searching for the back cover of my long distance lens, not been seen for a few days. Mr.Swiss says either it fell into the garbage basket and has gone to the garbage happy hunting grounds in the meanwhle, or it might be outside beneath a pile of snow. I tip on the garbage, or perhaps in the cupboard where I keep all the stuff – must investigate today.
And now I am off, have a nice day, and those of you that do not belong to the golden oldies club, tomorrow is the beginning of the week-end I think – I must check on the calendar, tend to forget unimportant stuff now and again.