I like to eat. I like people who eat. Perhaps it’s all wrapped up in Southern Culture, sharing food with others. Eating with others seems to be the way to go, a way to facilitate being the social animals that we are. I found some King Cakes (at least Kroger’s version of these tasty cakes) and brought them to class this past Tuesday. I was looking forward to learning whoever would find the hidden baby Jesus in their slice; it’s supposed to be a good luck thing. Plastered on the carton they came in were warnings not to eat the plastic ornamentation (beads and baby Jesus) as they could cause choking and asphyxiation. Well, where’s the fun in that? Baby Jesus perched out for the entire world to see. Well the cake was a hit, I was worried that I’d be taking some home, but I forgot how hungry college students are, and they got in line during our break and sliced those cakes up. And some were not shy in slicing large portions of this up…little piggies. I was happy that this w...
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