Planning For Christmas In France

French Country Christmas

For my family and me, one of the great things about living an expat life has been the combining of our own holiday traditions with those of our adopted country.

Our first year in Pau in the Pyrénées-Atlantiques department of Aquitaine, France, was spent with another expat family who, like us, had decided to stay in their new home country rather than race back “home” to meet up with family scattered all over the place.

So we celebrated Noël and Christmas. Noël is the French word for Christmas and comes from les bonnes nouvelles or “the good news,” as in the good news of the coming of Christ.

My friend and I divided the mainly food-related work between us. She got to search for a turkey and I assembled all the sides, including cranberry sauce, parsnips, and Brussels sprouts—a must-have for any British Christmas Day lunch.

Raw cranberries and sprouts can be found in most French supermarkets these days, but parsnips? They’re animal fodder, right? No, they are divine when roasted with a splash of orange juice and are almost, but not quite, impossible to find in France at Christmastime. I persuaded the owner of the local fresh produce store to snag me a kilo on a trip to Spain, where they are more common.

While I struggled with the veg, my friend searched and searched for a decent turkey from a local farmer. At first, all she found were long-legged, athletic-looking numbers; not a succulent breast among them. Finally she got what she wanted, paid the farmer, and made a date for collection of the bird… plucked, merci beaucoup.

Though the main course was to be all British, we chose to cast aside the plum duff and brandy butter and go French for dessert. My friend baked a galette des rois (King Cake), and I made the classic French Christmas log, or bûche de Noël.

La bûche comes from a Celtic-pagan celebration when people would search for a large chunk of tree at the winter solstice, which they would burn as a symbol of the rebirth of the sun. The Catholic Church did not eradicate the custom in later years, and a log is still burned in many French homes, particularly in farming communities, from Christmas Eve until New Year’s in the hope that it brings good crops and good fortune in the year to come.

Nowadays, the log is more commonly represented by the edible bûche de Noël, as the centerpiece on French tables during Christmastime dinners. It’s made from a Genoese sponge, which is covered in chocolate buttercream and scratched with a fork to make it look like a log. The more adventurous cooks add little trees and Christmas figures.

La galette des rois is a more recent addition to French Christmases, dating back to the 14th century. It’s a flaky pastry circle that’s filled with almond cream. In times past, a dried bean (une fève) was placed inside the cake. The person who got the fève was king for the day. The fève has been replaced by all sorts of figurines from tiny kings to cartoon figures.

On Christmas Eve, our kids adopted a French custom and left their shoes by the fireplace for Père Noël to fill with gifts and sweets. But not wanting to totally forego our usual tradition of hanging stockings at the end of their beds, they were allowed to double up. Santa was extra busy that night in our home.

I found the fève that year, called Maggy, she’s a character from the kids movie “Mia et le Migou.” She’s an inch-tall, chicly dressed (of course) grandmother figure.

Now Maggy has joined the eclectic collection of figurines in our annual Nativity scene.

Lucy Culpepper


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