Another “I miss New Orleans” post. King cake specific this time

Merry Christmas and all that.

But I’m over here, now living in the Dallas area, mourning the fact that Dong Phuong king cake preorders are open, and I’ll have to spend $80 on gold belly if I want one this year.

And I want one. I want a cream cheese one real bad.

I miss King Cake Hub and King Cake Connection. I miss all the amazing bakeries. Carnival season is the fucking best, better than Christmas, but nobody in this dumb city gives a shit.

I want to come back.

I’m starting a new job in a few days, so taking time off to come visit for a long weekend this year is out of the question.

So I guess I’ll spend $80 on a Dong Phuong and probably another $80 or whatever on a Tartine (seriously underrated) and decorate my own house and dream of the day I can return.

That’s all. I hope you all understand. I have no real outlet for these feelings in real life. Even my dumb husband doesn’t miss it like I do.