I don't know how Andree and her mates do it. We had what the Brits would call 'tea' at Jackies place today, Pierrette, Edmund, Andree and me; Jacquie had made a Gallette du Rois, 2 centimeters of frangipane wrapped in butter and sugar, hmmm, which was followed by an enormous caramel ice cream log, hand-made (by Nougalet) chocolates and crystallized ginger all washed down with a sweet white wine. We chatted and told jokes and enjoyed the very pretty house.I tried to explain English tea. How you had to eat your bread-and-butter or grim sandwich before you could have some dry cake. How it resembles some sort of punishment rather than a celebration.
Les filles were baffled.
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