My beautiful friend Renee started a yearly tradition for our old mother’s group, and her family: the Fete des Rois, held on the 6th January every year. It means Festival of the Kings and is a celebration of the 12th day of Christmas, and the arrival of the three kings.
I love traditions between friends. What has been so lovely with this one is that we have met and made new friendships with members of Renee’s family and church, and although most of us from our mother’s group are not aligned with any particular religious background we all enjoy this festival for the community we feel in each other’s presence.
In the past we have dressed up, played games, danced, sung carols around the piano, but out of necessity this year was a bit more casual. Always though, we have celebrated with the galette – a cake baked by Renee. This year the recipe was a gluten-free one from the region of Brittany in France (recipe please Renee!)
Adorned in party clothes, and the odd cape and crown we met at a park and picnicked. When it came time to cut the galette cake Renee’s daughter hid under the table and called out the names of the children who would receive the next slice of cake. If you find the feve in your slice you are the new King or Queen for the year! This year Renee used a date as the feve and hid it in the cake to be found by … Ned!
And so reigning King Max (in absentia) and Queen Inge-Marie handed over their crowns to Ned, and his chosen royal partner Frida. This is Frida’s second year as reigning queen! Please excuse the fuzzy photo!
And here is the newest prince at his first Fete des Rois, dressed in his first royal cape: