King cake
On Sunday we split our Super Bowl celebration between two locations.
Friends from work had a party and I looked forward to seeing them outside of carpeted walls. When sharing this invitation with my husband, his first immediate question was 1. how big is their t.v. and 2. do they have HD. The next day I sheepishly inquired about the television status, and was hesitant to report back that they were proud owners of a t.v. complete with tubes and rabbit ears.
It took a fair amount of convincing my husband, but being accommodating and fair, we compromised on one half at each location, a television watching experience both pre and post the analog era. We had a fine time, even if the host did have to stand directly to the right of the t.v. for a clear picture.
For the second stop I brought along a King cake from Broad Street Bakery.
We had eaten lunch at Broad Street after church a couple weeks ago, and happily accepted a sample of their King cake. The colors kind of put me off, artificial coloring tends to make baked goods look unappealing and fake, but don’t be fooled, their version is delicious. Buttery, sweet and faintly scented with almond paste, I was won over and reserved a cake for Super Bowl Sunday. My husband warned me that all King cakes are not created equally, but this one was worth every bit of the $18.95.
This was my first King cake ever! We don’t generally have these in the Midwest, or at least it’s not traditionally an item conveniently found in the grocery store, unlike down here, only in the South during Mardi Gras season.
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We actually had a king cake once at Bear Trap! I can’t remember if you would have been around at that time yet, but Doug ordered one and had it delivered to camp because he is from N.O. Sooooo good!
Posted by Tammy | February 10, 2010, 9:57 pmI must not have been…I don’t remember a Doug? (!) But I do remember Canadian Thanksgiving.
Posted by gidgete27 | February 15, 2010, 4:48 pm