A funny thing happened on the way to my playgroup today. I ended up with three cakes. Now, on a good day I only have 6 kids at playgroup, so you may ask yourself, does she have shares in a juvenile diabetic pharmaceutical company?
Usually, I insist on healthful snacks for the kids, such as cut fruit, raisins, cheese, crackers or the occasional organic cookie. Sweets are stressed as a sometimes food. Here’s what happened: I planned a Mardi Gras day for the children. I had books and beads and masks and wanted to get a King Cake for snack time. I went to the market yesterday to buy one, but the ONLY cake they had left was reserved for someone else. It looked just wonderful, so I asked if they would have more in the morning, and they said they thought they would, and did I want to order one? OK. I ordered one. When I got home, doubts began to nag me. I thought “maybe” might send me up rutabaga creek without a paddle.
So, I went back to my original plan, which was to just make a King Cake. I used a pretty standard recipe: lots of egg yolks, a stick of butter, some nutmeg and so on. Maybe I dawdled too long with making this bread, because it rose to the point that I thought it was going to rear up eat the children. (This was one huge cake. It ended up being a ring about 24″ across and 5″ high.) I even made my own colored sugar to go on the top! It’s the first time I got to use the whip attachment on my mixer. It makes heavenly frosting…
While I was whipping up The Cake that Ate the Bayou, the phone rings. A playgroup mommy!… Yes…. What’s that?… It’s your son’s birthday tomorrow?… And you’ve got a cake you would like to bring…… Why sure! No, No, I don’t mind…
So, this morning, the bakery had a cake for me (by the way, it didn’t look nearly as good as the cake they had the day before) which was dwarfed by the cake I made, and there was a birthday cake on the way, too. Add to that the chocolate coins and the Peanut M&M’s that the other mommy brought as party favors, and you have a heapin’ helpin’ o’ refined sugar. Mardi Gras turned into spaz-fest in short order. Thank goodness the weather has turned warmer and I can take the wee ones out to the playground to have them run in circles for an hour after all that junk.
The question is now what do I do with all the leftover King Cake? Tradition dictates that I’m not to make a King Cake before Epiphany or after Fat Tuesday. But can I eat the leftovers? or am I heading toward a Mardi Gras Faux Pas? Will my Louisiana friends inside the computer come to my aid?