For the first time ever I won the crown this year. Of course no one was on hand to photograph the event, so you'll have to take my word for it. And I did cheat, but only a little...
You can't get through January here without La Galette des Rois, the tart of the kings. (No sniggers, children.) The kings in question are the Magi. No social or family gathering is complete without getting together round the table in early January, about Epiphany time, and consuming one or two of these things, usually with a sweetish wine called muscat. Bakers' shops are full of them, in all sizes. They sell them with paper crowns included.
Dedicated Epiphany buffs prefer the sort pictured above, a type with layers of marzipan. The most popular version is a circle of bun sprinkled with large-grain sugar. Marzipan tart or crunchy sugar bun, they all have hidden inside one or two fèves, literally beans, little porcelain favours. Dedicated fève buffs collect them.
Whoever gets the fève in their portion gets the crown. I was serving and just happened to notice this little pink thing sticking out of the side of one of the slices. There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune... the fève entitling me to the crown turned out to be a little porcelain orang-outang. No, don't ask. I've no idea why.
Here are two crowned heads from a previous year.
I imagine that eagle falls into the category of chest protector, wouldn't you agree?