Harry Gets Ready for the Good Times to Roll

It’s official! Carnival Season is here in New Orleans. I’m not exactly sure what all of this means, but Woody tells me I have seven weeks of parades, music and good food in front of me.

You know I like parades. I also like music. But seven weeks of food…that sounds too good to be true. My tummy is rumbling just thinking about all of the food I’m going to eat.  I need to talk to the folks here at the Insectarium to see if they can just go ahead and get a stomach pump for me. That will probably save us a couple of trips to the emergency room when I overeat.

Hold onto your hats for this one. Apparently pancakes aren’t a traditional Carnival dish. Are you shocked? I know I was. I think I’m going to be okay, though, because Woody introduced me to a Carnival staple today, and it is quite possibly the best pancake substitute in the World. It’s the King Cake.
 

A King Cake is similar to a big cinnamon role topped with icing, sugar and purple, green and yellow toppings. King Cakes are way better than cinnamon roles, though, because King Cakes have a plastic baby stuffed inside, and the person who gets the slice with the baby is the “King” for the day.

I got the baby today, but I think it was a little unfair. I ate three times as many pieces as everyone else, so I think my “King” privileges are being revoked for now.
 

Well I gotta go. The first parade is tonight, and I need to waddle over (flying will not be possible on such a full stomach) and see what these parades are all about.