King cake from my favorite bakery - might just be one of my favorite foods. The dough with cinnamon flakes. The crunchy sugar. The pretty colors. The baby, the beads, and the chocolate coin, sealed together in a little plastic bag.
The joy of something indulgent before the solemn season of Lent. The joy of sharing something really good. The joy of going into the bakery early in the morning and seeing stacks of king cakes, ready to go out into the neighborhood.
Once I forgot to order my king cake and went to the big grocery store. Only once. It just wasn't the same. The sugar wasn't crunchy, the dough was plain, the colors not as bright. Only the box looked the same.
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