As we get close to Fat Tuesday and the beginning of Lent I really wanted to make a King Cake. I thought, in addition to it being totally delish, it would be a good conversation starter with the kids, especially Vincent.
The only catch is, I have a healthy fear of yeast. My yeast phobia has prevented me from making a lot of things that I enjoy, including cinnamon rolls and pizza dough. I don’t know why, but the whole process intimidates me. Let’s face it, I have issues with doing things less than perfectly. I am working on this.
So, Patrick went to the garage and pulled out the old, barely-ever-used, bread machine (which has not seen the inside of this kitchen since we moved in over 5 years ago) and we went to work.
Vincent, my loyal and competent assistant, did the measuring and mess making. We made the dough in the bread machine and did the rest by hand. It was a good lesson in patience as the dough takes some time to knead and rise before the baking, and more importantly, the frosting, can be done.
Vincent got a kick out of baking the baby Jesus into the cake, and we had a nice conversation about the significance of the colored sprinkles- purple for justice, green for faith, and gold for power.
Of course, there were beaters to be conquered.
And I conquered my fear of yeast...at least for today. I found a spot in the kitchen for the machine, and we all enjoyed a late afternoon snack of King Cake.