The Mission = the Elvis.
The parcel was purchased by a fellow from the DA's office in New Orleans. It was then driven in a climate controlled vehicle to the Attorney General's office in Baton Rouge. From there, it was transported to a house near the lakes in downtown Baton Rouge where it waited.
I left my house at 5:48 on a Friday night headed to the capitol. After a bit of stop-and-go traffic, I found the hide a key and 'broke' into my sister's house. I grabbed my bit of heaven, some Zapp's, and an Abita beer. Ahhh . . . Louisiana Carnival Season and treating deserted homes of family like a Quick Stop.
The Elvis. A legendary carnival staple transformed into a culinary masterpiece. Banana and peanut butter stuffed king cake topped with a melted marshmellow icing and artisan, thick-cut bacon crumbles. A thing of dreams. And it was mine. Like the true excited foodie I am, I immediately cut a slice and threw it in my face. I ain't scared to say I licked the marshmellow off my fingers.
No lie - the stuck-in-traffic drive back didn't even faze me. My inner-fat-kid was satiated. And 2.5 hours later, back in the haven of home - I had my second piece and savored it all. This time I used a fork. Holy yum.
