I am from Southeast Texas (bordering Louisiana and the Gulf Coast) and my community is made of many many many Catholics and Cajuns. My community is ALL ABOUT Mardi Gras. All weekend I had to see picture after picture after status update on Facebook of all my hometown friends celebrating Mardi Gras. I miss the parades, the beads, the festival, the shows, but most of all, the King Cake.
The best way to describe a traditional New Orleans’s style King Cake is as a giant cinnamon roll, topped with a sugary icing, purple, green and yellow sprinkles, often filled with a delicious filling (hello Bavarian cream!), and complete with a hidden naked baby.
The tradition is the person who finds the baby (symbolic of baby Jesus) gets special privileges for the day, like “king for the day”. I introduced this tradition to Husband the first year we dated, and now we both love participating in the celebration. Neither of us are Catholic… One of us is a little Cajun..
We bought our cake from Silver Moon Bakery (It’s the only bakery in NYC that makes this style King Cake), along with a couple other treats, and walked the 2 miles home. I figure I’d feel less guilty about eating half a cake if I walked home from the bakery.
The cake was good, not great. They did not use a filling, but it was still good, and it definitely fixed my craving for a King Cake. Husband found the baby….except it was definitely not a baby. I think he found a shepherd.
Let the good times roll!