Last Thurdsay I was with a group of people, and we had a Mardi Gras King Cake. A traditional Louisiana pastry that is first served on King’s Day (Feast of the Epiphany on January 6). Baked into the cake is a small, gold figurine of a baby, representing the Christ child. The person who gets the slice of the cake that contains the baby becomes King for the Week.
Along with the honor of being King for the Week comes a responsibility. The King is required to provide a King Cake for the next week’s party. This goes on from King’s Day through Mardi Gras.
Well, last week when I was eating my piece of cake, I bit down on something hard, and found it was a little golden baby. I was King for the Week.
Wanting to know more about this tradition, I spoke to our fellow poster Cajun Man, who is unsurprisingly an expert in Cajun practices. He also has an aunt in Louisiana who owns a bakery that specializes in King Cakes and will ship them by overnight delivery to New York (or anywhere else).
While we were talking, Cajun Man had an idea. Because he and DrMatrix were unable to make last weekend’s dopefest and missed seeing everyone, he suggested that if I were to host a King Cake party, he would provide a giant pot of his celebrated Jambalaya, and we could invite the dopers for dinner.
I enthusiastically agreed, and we decided that this Wednesday, January 17 at 6:30 would be a good time to have it at my apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan (the island, not the moderator).
So, if you are interested in having an authentic Cajun Jambalaya dinner this Wednesday evening, please e-mail me. I’ll e-mail you back with my address and probably ask you to bring a little something to make the dinner complete (and if you want to respond on the thread and keep it on the front page, that would be good as well).
See you Wednesday, and bring your Mardi Gras beads!