NOLA has the best answer to that one, unless you’d like to contribute to my pay pal — I’ll find a ticket for you somewhere and I’ll even throw in a King Cake.
King Cakes are my downfall. Someone made the mistake of leaving me alone with a Raspberry Creme coffee cake the other day. Then when they came home later that afternoon, they had the nerve to ask what happened. Well, it usually starts off with just one itty bitty peice and then, before you know it…your looking at the bottom of the pan. You must’ve turned your back on it. I can imagine one of those cats from icanhasacheezeburger got it. The best ones are usually homemade.
I can’t eat that King Cake!