I always purchased two King Cakes every year and thank heaven for that! One year, our guests informed me that Monty was downstairs licking a King Cake! Oh yeah, the party animal couldn't reach the entire cake but his tongue certainly covered a lot of real estate. What a sight. He had a purple tongue! They were all reluctant to interfere with his mission. I wasn't. I bellowed, "Quit licking that cake!" as I removed it from the table. This is one reason not to bake the baby in the cake - your Bully boy just might swallow it. Then he's King for the night! Awe, gees... That's a scary thought. I called in the stand-in cake and placed it decidedly above the party animal's domain. Monty still hovered in the near-by vicinity. You never know when a cake might fall from it's perch?
So, here's a salute to you, mon ami, the one who inspired me a decade ago to become a portrait artist... LAISSEZ LES BON TEMPS ROULER! Monty, party hardy over the Rainbow Bridge. I miss you, old friend.