I Got The Baby

In the king kake, that is

Galette des Rois, or King Kake.
Galette des Rois, or King Kake.

Happy Lundi Gras, everyone! (I didn't know there was such a thing either.) Yesterday morning I arrived in New Orleans after pulling an all-nighter. I had to be at the Sunport at 5 a.m. and knowing I'd oversleep otherwise, opted to stay awake. As a result Sunday was spent in a zombie-like haze, and I was in snooze-o-land before midnight. Since my arrival I've been mostly hiding at my Dad's house, afraid to take part in all the debauched, beaded horrors that certainly await me in the outside world. The only real Carnival-type thing I've done has been to indulge in the seasonal confection that is king cake, an ovular ring of brioche-like dough, topped with purple, green and gold icing. Inside the cake a trinket awaits, often a plastic baby sometimes said to represent the baby Jesus. He who gets the piece with the baby is obligated to make the next cake and/or throw the next party, and is also king for the day, whatever that means. I've tasted more than a dozen of these cakes in my day, never really liking them, and never getting the baby. Last night I not only enjoyed my cream cheese-y piece of green cake, I got the baby! Hurrah. Anyway, stay tuned: I plan to venture out onto the streets tonight and tomorrow, and will post a list and photos of the things I see.

Mmm, plastic Jesus.
Mmm, plastic Jesus.