I have a King Cake in the oven.
I admire you from afar, as I intend to *buy* my annual Paczki for my co-workers. (I wouldn't be able to bake them, anyway. Nor a King Cake. I am not that gifted.)
But om nom nom -- tomorrow, paczki and King cake!!!
Oz ,'First Date'
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I have a King Cake in the oven.
I admire you from afar, as I intend to *buy* my annual Paczki for my co-workers. (I wouldn't be able to bake them, anyway. Nor a King Cake. I am not that gifted.)
But om nom nom -- tomorrow, paczki and King cake!!!
I got a king cake in the mail on Valentine's Day. And then we ated it! NOM NOM NOM.
I didn't even realize what day it was until I saw Paczki in the grocery store tonight. Maybe I need to pull my head out from under the rock one of these days.
What is Paczki, when it's at home? And a King Cake, for that matter?
Cool!
and the other one: [link]
Yum!
I was going to make a king cake, but I forgot.
I'm all alone. The closing projectionist flaked and our opener (unsurprisingly) didn't want to stay past 8 hours. I'm fine as long as nothing breaks (knock wood) but I can't take my walkie talkie off. I know I'm alone in the building but I feel like if I take off my walkie someone will try to call me.