More adventures in king cake baking.

So, Mardi Gras is Tuesday. I usually celebrate this by making king cake and jambalaya. This year is no different.

King cake is a terribly exhausting thing to make. It takes almost four hours to make a single, delectable ring. Oh, but the end result is worth the sore arms.



Whisking and sifting and kneading and punching is a lot of work. And apparently, neatness is not my strong suit. I (once again) burned some sugar and set the smoke alarm off.

The offending smoke alarm.

I almost completely destroyed the cake in the process (after three hours of work on it!). A team effort between Brent and I saved the five pound beaut, and we got it in the oven.



It was pretty banged and bloodied up, but she was delicious on the inside.