The former owners of our new home dropped by 2 King Cakes today.  One was strawberry & cream cheese filled & the other cinnamon.  I sampled both and fortunately didn’t bite the plastic baby inside.  I certainly don’t want to feel obligated to buy another one for the kiddos (& my hips – moms always eat the scraps).  Between the fried foods, beignets, coffee overdose & now King Cakes – I may need to actually do more than be my insane energetic self.  I have been here 1 whole week now & still have about 100 boxes left to unpack  (out of about 1,000). Maybe I should place a King Cake on the doorway of each room & reward myself with it when I finish the room. Then again I may not be able to squeeze back through the doorway again!