Once upon a time in France, and still is, the ancient custom of serving “King’s Cake”. According to tradition, the oldest person present cuts the cake into slices, leaving an extra slice in memory of the custom according to which even the poor, knocking on the door, would find something to eat during the Epiphany. The youngest diner, hidden under the table so as not to witness the cutting, then decides who to assign the slices to. Whoever finds the broad bean in their slice, wears the crown and becomes king or queen of the day and, in theory, will be able to “give orders” to the rest of the group throughout the day, proposing what to do to continue the celebrations.

A hymn to sweetness, as tradition dictates! The butter of the fragrant pastry encloses a layer of frangipani cream like a casket with its unmistakable scent of almonds and spices.