Life in the key of E flat minor

But I’m not sick of my nephew/godson. Here’s a picture to tide you over.

Thanks for my Aussie gal pal's facebook status entry, I have learned of this news story about the Australian National Apology to the Aboriginal people. http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,23202616-2,00.html .

Days like yesterday are when I was nostalgic about my time at Wharton. When it was good; it was fantastic. Leslie would order a King Cake from New Orleans, and the rest of the floor would jovially wear beads. We had more of a concept of why Mardi Gras was so big. It was the end of Carnival season (from Epiphany to Ash Wednesday); it was the end of eating for winter and the start of preparing for Christendom’s holiest dogmatic day. I miss the King Cake and the joy that it brings to those who know of the tradition and to those who are learning of it for the first time. I looked online for recipes since I enjoy cooking, but found out that a King Cake is labor intensive since it’s a sweetbread. I’m not very good with yeast. So I dug deeper and found a solution for a quick, tasty King Cake for those without a ton of time. Don’t Call It Blasphemous King Cake: Miss New Orleans? Forgot to order a King Cake? Impatient with yeast? I have a fix for your King Cake needs. It’s not as steep...