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What's that, I heard?
A 14-foot-tall king cake baby in the desert?
The video is a bit lackluster but the story's fun: Baby Bon Temps Brulee at Burning Man. If I ever go to such trouble, I promise everyone will get to eat before the fire. Speaking of crazy, I'll attempt to make a crock-pot king cake this coming week. Stay tuned and cross your fingers.
Assuming the recipe pans out, I'll need to insert a king cake baby, but I don't think they're sold anywhere in the Bay Area. Last year, I used a fava bean. I hope to find some edible paint, and at least give my baby a smiley face.
Want to celebrate Mardi Gras but don't live in New Orleans? Bay Area folks should put their orders in at Arizmendi.
Though it sounds like their king cake is unconventional, with candied orange peel and pecans, I'll endorse it if it has the purple, green and gold.*
As the work week comes to a close, I wish you justice, faith and power* at the office but most importantly, in the kitchen.
You know, I'm a bit uncomfortable signing off with the standard laissez les bon temps rouler since it's a Cajun construction. The French might instead say 'que la fête commence or 'que la musique continue...'
(More or less--let the party begin; let the music go on).
Or, they might simply say bonjour, since as I finish this post it's about 7 a.m. Paris time.
So, bonjour, France et bon nuit, California.
Happy Mardi Gras block parties back home!