One of my colleagues brought in two King Cakes today. He is a very southern guy with a very southern accent.
There was a little pink plastic baby sitting on top of each. I'm not so familiar with the King Cake, but I did think that the baby was baked into the cake.
Also, did you know that it's called King Cake in honor of the three kings? You know, like, the we, of Orient are (which I always thought was Orientare - an exotic locale)? And that it took them 12 days to get there? Who knew?
Anyway, I asked the colleague about the little Baby Jesus in icing perched amid beads.
He said in fact, the baby typically is inside, and that the reason he'd brought in these cakes was that he'd gotten the baby in his slice in the cake we had last week, which meant he had to buy the cake.
I said, "Why is the baby on top? I thought they stuck it in the cake."
And he replied, "I told the woman at the bakery that in my experience the baby was always buried in the cake. Do you know what she said?"
"Honey, you're going to have to bury your own baby."