Which means, of course, that yesterday was Fat Tuesday.
I had to work yesterday, and it was a fun day to work. In my department, any excuse to bring in food and encourage a party atmosphere is welcome.
Yesterday, Fat Tuesday filled that bill.
One person generously brought in some donuts. Someone else brought in a bowl of candy. As it is now Girl Scout Cookie Time (YAY!), there were also a few open boxes of those on the scene, plastic sleeves lying open and crumby like the scene of some sort of chocolate and coconut crime.
But the real draw?
The King Cake!
For those of you unfamiliar or unclear on the concept, here's a little tidbit from our friends at Wikipedia:
The king cake of the New Orleans Mardi Gras tradition comes in a number of styles. The most simple, said to be the most traditional, is a ring of twisted bread similar to that used in brioche topped with icing or sugar, usually coloured purple, green, and gold (the traditional Carnival colors) with food colouring. Some varieties have filling inside, the most common being cream cheese followed by praline.
OK, I'm down with that. Oh, but there's one more thing.
There's a baby inside the cake.
No, no, not a real baby...
The side of the King Cake box.... a non-edible baby!!
What did you think I meant???
The Golden Child: The non-edible baby
But then, really, the kicker as far as I'm concerned is that the makers of the box (would that be some sort of King Cake Authority?) felt the need to qualify the word baby with the descriptor non-edible.
It leaves one wondering: what would be considered an edible baby?
What did you think I meant???
The Golden Child: The non-edible babyBut then, really, the kicker as far as I'm concerned is that the makers of the box (would that be some sort of King Cake Authority?) felt the need to qualify the word baby with the descriptor non-edible.
It leaves one wondering: what would be considered an edible baby?
Non edible babies lying in the sun.
Non-edible baby walking away from you.Did you really think she was edible?
Seriously?
OK, this one's tricky.It looks like a Cheddar Bunny, I realize.
But, no, still not an edible baby.
Very, very non-edible.
Trust me on this one.
I guess I need to learn more about babies.
In the meantime, I'll try not to choke on the non-edible ones.
In the meantime, I'll try not to choke on the non-edible ones.
4 comments:
hahahahaha!
That's kind of funny...because today a fifth grader decided to throw a marker clear across the room...I told him that if he does it again that I would cut his fingers off and give them to the cafeteria...then everyone would be eating his fingers for lunch.
Yeah, I"m a little twisted like that..keeps things fun!
(Somehow I see a correlation between the edible baby and my comment to the fifth grader. Somehow. In my twisted little way!)
Peace & Love.
would those count as finger sandwiches? i mean, usually they are cream cheese and cucumber or something, but we could make an exception.
Oh my god you made me laugh today.
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