The following is a piece from a friend whose parents are French immigrants. I am represented by K and the informant is represented by I.
K: Go ahead and tell me about your tradition.
I: So, in January, the start of the new year, there’s a tradition called Gallete du Roi, which translates to… uh, King’s Cake… and… one person will start by hosting a party in which… uhm, we make dinner, and you invite your group of friends over, and then you make the King’s Cake, which is usually almond paste and phyllo dough on top, with a little ceramic baby Jesus or baby Mary or baby lamb or something inside, and then… uhm… you cut the- you cut the pie, and the youngest person at the party like goes under the table or hides or something, and they dictate who each piece goes to. So it’s … non…biased. And then… uhm.. and then you eat the cake and whoever gets the baby is the King or the Queen and they choose their King or their Queen to host the next party with them and the guy brings the wine, the woman makes the food- bakes the cake- which is just really.. not… gender… equality… if you ask me, but uhm, and then the party keeps going all throughout January, and there’s another tradition we do!- Well, it’s not really a tradition, it’s like uhm, on the first day of January, so it’s like the first day of the new year, uhm, you hold a piece of like- like a gold coin in your hand. Uhm, or anything that has gold in it, like real gold… uhm, and you make crepes and you flip the crepe with the gold in your hand, and if it lands well and doesn’t break, you’ll have prosperity in the new year, and if it breaks or it doesn’t happen… you’re… gonna be poor.
K: And where’d you learn this from?
I: My momma.
We were sitting outdoors in a shaded area by a couch, working on a group project, but only the informant, one other member of our project, and I were there. I asked the informant if she had any traditions or interesting pieces of folklore she would want to share and she readily agreed. It was a really nice day out and the conversation felt very natural.
Her family is from France and she very strongly identifies with her French roots. I thought this tradition was pretty interesting because it’s very religious, and my friend isn’t that religious, really, but she considers it more of a cultural tradition. I know that this tradition is also very cultural, as well. My family calls it Three Kings Day, but we don’t really celebrate it. I went to Catholic school growing up, though, and I know we always had the cake in our of our classes, but the cake we ate was different than the one the informant described. In Latin culture, this holiday also involved leaving shoes out, which my dad has told me about. I think it’s cool to see the evolution of this holiday based on ethnicity. It’s interesting to watch how it changes from place to place and how there are little cultural differences.