A bust. Mostly.

Market day was kind of a bust. I forget that the holidays are winding down and many vendors take time off this time of year. The fish monger was among them yesterday. No seafood at the market. The bakery in town was closed. No bread or pastry. Luckily for me, there was a vendor from a bakery in another town. They make good products and I got what I wanted at her stand. The Asian guys were there, but when I walked past I had completely forgotten to stop for some egg rolls. Maybe next weekend.

Puff pastry cake filled with frangipane.

One of the pastries I wanted was une galette des rois, the traditional pastry for the epiphany holiday. I've made my own in the past, but not this year. I though it was good. Ken said we've had better. Neither of us has found the fève (that little token that's hidden inside the cake) yet.

This morning I'm working on straightening up the garden shed a little so the contractor has clean access to the window and door inside and out. The weather us supposed to be ok tomorrow, so I'm hopeful.