Tuesday, February 16, 2010
I would love to visit New Orleans someday. That city is so rich in its culture- the food, the music, the architecture. I want to experience all it has to offer. One little piece of NOLA that I've always found so fun is the celebration of Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday). If you aren't familiar with Mardi Gras- you can read about it here. I'm no expert, I've never experienced it so I can't pretend to spout off a bunch of info and factoids and history for you. Someone ordered in a King Cake from a bakery in Metairie, LA. Christy called and alerted me to the appearance of the King Cake back by the coffee. Sure enough- a King Cake in all of its yellow, purple, and green glory. A little note was placed in front of the box- warning of the plastic baby inside. If you don't know about the King Cake- you can read about it here. So the person who finds the baby is then "King for the Day" and is also in charge of bringing the King Cake for the next celebration. It's a big old excitement to find that little plastic baby in that cake... Some traditions say that I am now King of my Mardi Gras celebration- I can tell my "subjects" silly things to do to prove their loyalty. Honestly, Mardi Gras isn't a huge Indy celebration so there isn't much of a party full of subjects here... *sigh* And I won't be baking a King Cake for the next celebration... but there is a place down the street from me that is well known for their coffee cake. Think that'll pass? In the meantime- anyone know what a plastic baby eats? This little guy is getting kind of fussy.
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