It's Carnival season! Ok, not here, or where you are, but in places where they have Mardi Gras, the festivities are beginning. In this weather it is hard to even think about people cavorting out of doors in any way, but in Louisiana, January 6 (Twelfth Night) is when they start to let the good times roll.
I know this because, thanks to a New Orleans-born crew member with a very thoughtful mom, this treat was delivered to our rehearsal hall today:
A lovely mise-en-place on the rehearsal coffee table. Still life with Mardi Gras Beads and Jester.
A King's Cake, or, Twelfth Night Cake, is basically a giant cinnamon roll, but with way more colorful icing and sprinkled with colored sugar. Inside this one: cream cheese, the most common filling. (Awesome. Sometimes it's praline!) I had a purple-iced wedge during a break and I'm pretty sure it improved my acting.
Inside the King's Cake is a tiny plastic Baby Jesus. Apparently, when they mail King Cakes, the Jesus comes separately (for safety reasons? I dont get it either) and you can insert it yourself. The person who gets the piece with the plastic figure has to buy next year's cake. Or chokes to death, I forget which.
Delicious. Laissez les bon temps rouler!