This is why we can never lose those pesky five extra pounds this time of year:
KING CAKE FROM ROUSES!!!
Yep, my dear little ol auntie from Louisiana ordered me another King Cake this year, and this year, as in years past, we are chronicling it for you right here on Disclosure’s website.
Yep. There's the baby.
In the King Cakes that come in the mail, they don’t stick the baby inside; it comes in a little package attached to the goodie box portion sent with the cake instead of it being baked with the baby on the interior. Traditionally, the Mardi Gras King Cake is cut up and everybody gets a slice, and the person who gets the baby in his or her slice has to bring the King Cake next year. But since nobody up in these here parts makes King Cakes (that I know of, anyway), I never have to bring the next one. I just get one in the mail every year! Because my aunt loves me.
It's okay....he just wants the baby.
This year, my auntie asked me what KIND of King Cake I wanted….You can get the things with filling of every sort. Ang wanted cream cheese; I, however, took precedent because it’s MY auntie, and I wanted Bavarian cream, so that’s what I got. YUM.
So I’m off to the den to dig in…thanks auntie…laissez le bon temp rouler, or, in the language of our countrymen….LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!!