Or was rather!
Yesterday we had a Mardi Gras party at work. Not many places you will find those kind of parties at the workplace, but it was much more subdued than the celebrations you have down in New Orleans.
Well we had some Cajun-Creole food for lunch, and with that we had something called the King Cake. The King Cake, as some of you may not know, is a tradition that came to New Orleans with the French settlers around 1870, continuing a custom dating back to twelfth century France. Similar cakes were used then to celebrate the coming of the three wise men calling it the feast of Epiphany, Twelfth Night, or King's Day.
The New Orleans tradition is that each person takes a piece of cake hoping to find a plastic baby inside. The recipient of the plastic baby is then "crowned" King or Queen for the day.
As luck would have it, I found this teeny tiny plastic baby (as you see in the picture above) before I could bite into it. That wouldn't have been nice. Well when one of my co-workers found out that I had the baby, I was proclaimed to be "King of the Day". Sounded very pleasing to the ears. Was I to be a director or some other upper level management person for the day? Was I being given the permission to go home early that day?
Well, what I was told next really put me in a state of shock. I was told that since I was the King for the day, I would have to buy the cake for next year's Mardi Gras party!
Eh? So for becoming a "King" for the day, I get punished for next year??? I don't mind buying the cake, but c'mon, this is silly. What would be worse, is that I buy the cake next year, and find the baby again!!!! And one thing I noticed that a barrage of people went to get the cake AFTER the baby was found by yours truly! How fitting. As we say in Marathi (the Indian language I speak), "Mala Uuloo Banavla!" (I was made a fool!).
But really, if you were made "King" or "Queen" for the day, what would you do?
3 comments:
i dont' know but that little baby looks like a scary dude.
Rush, that demonic child is the reason why I have to spend for the cake for next year's party!!!!
Didn't mean to scare you, but yes, it is a scary looking dude.
If i were queen for the day I would relish all the attention, talk about the delicious cake I was going to buy all year until the next one rolls around and QUIT the day before the party. Hahaha just kidding that's just wrong.
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