Full disclosure: I’m not a big cake fan, and even less of a king cake fan. But, I still love eating it. The yearly ritual of that historic cake, the anticipation of wondering who will get the baby, is a tradition that, as a native New Orleanian, I look forward to every year. I never get the baby, no matter how many king cakes I eat, so I still keep eating them. I now live in New York City, and when I can’t make it home for Mardi Gras, my mom sends me a king cake. Luckily, there are a few delicious bakeries outside of New Orleans and throughout the United States that make this delightful pastry for New Orleanians that have strayed.
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