HAPPY FAT TUESDAY!!!!! One of my fav all time holidays — Mardi Gras, St. Paddy’s and Purim (Haman BOOOOO)
Today was great because I was voted on to the office Mardi Gras Party Planning Committee (MGPPC), which meant I got to pick out all the food for the party, i.e., for myself — e.g., “Hey, I really think we should get a few more King Cakes just in case we run out”; “Don’t you think everyone would really appreciate an assortment of cheese, fruit, veggie and cookie platters, along with maybe some bags of popcorn and pretzels, and some chips and salsa and guac?”; “I would recommend a few additional bottles of dark rum for the Hurricanes…”
So all of the above is what we ended up ordering, along with a few other things I threw in last-minute.
I was SO excited for the King Cakes, but then when I opened up the boxes I literally yelled WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS (and then took it back because I remembered I was right near our CEO). The “King Cakes” that we had gotten from this “really good” bakery in Soho apparently didn’t know what the fuck King Cakes actually were. I actually think this may be a New York thing. I would say 9.5/10 of my East Coast friends did not know what King Cake, beignets, hurricanes or hand grenades were. Blasphemy.
Anyway, these faux King Cakes seriously just looked like a huge round thing of baklava. And that is literally what they were. I mean…
King Cake??? WRONG!!!
And to top it off, I thought I found a BJ inside (baby jesus), but when I took a closer look, it was the virgin mary. I mean, really???
baby jesus??? NOPE!!!
What is wrong with these people?!?!?!?!
I was so disappointed in NYC’s concept of “King Cake” that I decided to show them what it was all about by making my incredible hurricanes, which were a huge hit — gee, my former bartending skills sure did pay off! The recipe? Simple — lots of free ingredients, 3 cups of deliciousness, 1 cup of rage (for office use only), and priceless amounts of poverexic love.
Poverexic in NYC 