Yesterday the kids had the day off, so we had some time on our hands. I decided it would be a fantastic idea to attempt my first ever King Cake (with the help of three very eager little girls). Turns out it was indeed a fantastic idea, but I didn't realize that it would take up a good part of our day. A decent amount of time was spent kneading, rolling and shaping the dough, but most of the time was spent simply waiting for it to rise. I told my kids that the dough would not rise if the house wasn't quiet, and I will stand by that statement until King Cakes go out of fashion. Noticing how difficult it was to stay quiet as well as how beautiful and sunny it was outside, the girls decided to take a little picnic and a card game outside.
Never mind that there was still a bit of snow on the ground. It was 40 degrees and sunny which is springtime weather in Michigan...
The picnic was glorious for about ten minutes. Then the gang determined that it actually was a bit cold for a picnic. They all came in for hot soup and a thrilling episode of
Murder, She Wrote; it's what all the cool kids are watching these days. When the cake had cooled, we decorated it with a sweet glaze and sugars colored the traditional Mardi Gras colors. In case you didn't know, purple stands for justice, green for faith and gold for power. My daughter Emma insisted on a slice decorated with gold sugar so that she could loudly proclaim at the table,
"I GOT THE POWER!!" It was 'kinda hectic', y'all.
In the end everyone gave the cake two thumbs up. It
was rather yummy with its cinnamon sugary filling, and today two girls were indeed very happy to take big slices of King Cake wrapped up in cling film in their lunch boxes. So while little snow flakes are falling up here today, we are dreaming of N'awlinz...
"Howyamomma'an'em?"
"Dey fine!"
Have a super Fat Tuesday, friends!
Love,
Meredith
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