
THE SCENE: The timer's high pitched chirp let's me know; time to serve the King's Cake. While I'd rather curl up in bed and wait for the fever to subside, the bright scent of orange zest and warm, sweet raisins lure me onward. I pull the hot rolls from the oven and brush them with three coats of apricot glaze. They take on a glossy shine and begin to smell like a fruit orchard in autumn. Then comes the sugar - a snowfall of crunchy, sparkly turbinado goodness. It sticks easily to the … [Read more...]
























