Mardi Gras is awesome.
Let's face it, even the name rhymes with "party claw". Forget that it's just "Fat Tuesday" in French...you have no choice but to celebrate on a day named Mardi Gras.
My father-in-law's family is from Louisiana, so our ties to this celebration run to the core. Ask any of my kids. The family's favorite dinner? Gumbo, hands down. Party beads have been a regular part of the dress-up bins since before the girls were walking. We may even bleed green, purple, and gold. But, the Mardi Gras culinary tradition that has our heart in it's sweet, sweet grip is that of the king cake.
King cake has many different forms, and is found in many different countries. When I was younger, I loved reading a book about a French orphan girl, and was enthralled with her description of finding the bean in her "galette des rois", and getting to wear a paper crown and call the shots all day. In Mardi Gras terms, it's the last indulgence before Lent comes and spoils the fun by reminding us of sacrifice and restraint.