It's days like today (King's Day, the beginning of Mardi Gras season) that I greatly dislike living in Smalltown, Texas. If we were still living in New Orleans, no less than five people would have shown up on our doorstep gifting us with delicious Randazzo's, Gambino's or Dorignac's King Cakes. I kept my nose pressed against the glass all day today, and no one ever showed. I called every bakery in town, not only did they not make King Cakes, they had never heard of King Cakes!
So, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
I made a King Cake!! I didn't make it from scratch, that's just crazy. That would involve far to much time, precision and kneading. I don't knead. I cracked open a couple cans of cinnamon rolls and placed them in a tight circle and baked according to package directions.
After they cooled, I hid the plastic baby inside and decorated the top with Mardi Gras colored cream cheese icing. I think it turned out really cute and it tasted super yummy!
You can take the girl away from Mardi Gras, but you can't take Mardi Gras away from the girl!