No I haven't had an ephiphany - today is the Feast of Epiphany. So I have made a galette des rois and it smells delicious and all is right with the world. Claire brought me a pack of puff pastry back from the shops, but it wasn't till she handed it to me that I realised I hadn't told her how much was needed. While she went off ostensibly to tidy her room, I pulled on my coat and went back out into the cold. It's a 15 minute walk to Sainsbury's - downhill on the way there, uphill on the way back. That's a nice little walk for someone who has decided to get out and W.A.L.K. every day regardless of the weather. It's a good job, too, because I've had a look at the calories contained just in the "lighter" puff pastry and daren't think about the calories in the frangipane! Oh well, it's once a year, right?
I didn't take a picture of the big Galette but there were some off-cuts of pastry left after making it, as well as a bit of filling, so I made some odd shaped parcels to use it all up.
Of course, I had to taste one, for quality control purposes you understand. Mmmm! Do you see that little red pot there? It says "Joyeuses Fêtes" on it and is a French yoghurt pot that I got when we met up with Alex and his parents before Christmas. So sweet!
We've I've also taken down the decorations and they've been packed in their boxes and taken down to the garage which I am so happy to have because I can leave stuff down there until it's needed. One day I will have a car and then I'll have to find another solution for the flotsam and jetsam, but until then, it's a godsend.
We have three boxes like this. I think that's quite restrained for two people who luuurve Christmas, don't you? So that's it, all packed up and put away for another year.
The hoovering has been done, so has the washing. Now all I need to do is decide which box-set I'm going to break into first:
or
Decisions, decisions...
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