king cake!

Mardi Gras wouldn't be complete for me without a fresh king cake from Gran. My sweet 94 year-old grandmother who lives in New Orleans has been sending me a king cake every year since I moved away from New Orleans when I was in first grade. She said she didn't want me to forget my roots. I haven't forgotten them Gran! And I won't...even after the king cakes stop coming. (P.S. My colleagues at school now look forward to these each year...which I love even more than I love the king cake itself - although it is delicious!)