Today is Epiphanie (whatever that is) when traditionally, in France, we eat a Galette des Rois.
The Galette is filled with Frangepane, and contains a fève; a small gift not unlike a sixpence in a Christmas Pud.
The finder of the fève also receives a crown, which I'm appalled to see this year is devoted to Star-bloody-Wars (see above). I'm dreading finding that the fève is also some Star-bloody-Wars trinket.
As you can imagine, when we tackle the Galette this evening, I will of course have replaced this nasty commercialised crown with a much more demure home made job.
Happy Epiphanie (I'm not sure, but I think it may be to celebrate when Mary realised that no-one believed her dodgy story about virgin birth).