Today I bought my first King Cake of the season. Normally, I would have done it soon after Epiphany. But first we had panettone from the holidays. And then it was my son’s birthday, and there was cake. But today I stopped at Alexandria Pastry and picked one up. And this evening I sliced into it for the first time and served up a piece. And I had found the baby!
I seem to do this nearly every time. I don’t remember a single time that my son or husband was the one to find the baby. And often, I find it on the first cut.
Once, my King Cake had twins! I found them both. What can I say? I have an uncanny instinct for King Cake.