just a nameless another...
and the larger psychological underpinnings of her lust.
King cake, Mardi Gras’ buttery companion to booze and boobs, is growing up.
“I’m originally English, via West Africa and then Detroit for 20 years, and then I moved down here and I heard about this thing, ‘king cake,’ ” explained Tariq Hanna, Sucré’s executive pastry chef. With no prior experience, he began sampling king cakes and came upon a pervasive flaw: “They used a very heavy icing, and it was almost unpalatable because it was so bloody sweet.”
Hanna’s cake dials down the sugar and is unusually buttery, closer to a Danish than a brioche. He pipes in cream-cheese filling, then covers the cake in a light glaze inspired by his days working at a doughnut shop, and airbrushes it purple and gold. “I’m not doing bacon-tofu-roasted-beet king cakes,” he said. “I’m basically just making a cream-cheese coffee cake. They just happen to be pretty damn spectacular, if I do say so myself.”
The Sucre king cake is deec, but doesn’t live up to the hype.
I need my Mardi Gras pancakes. :(
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