The store I went to last night did not have the Mexican King Cakes, so I bought another of the French ones. When I opened the box, I discovered that the baby was actually already hidden. Boy, did I feel silly after all that I wrote on Epiphany about bakeries not hiding the baby anymore and taking the fun out of eating King Cake.
I did feel a little better when I cut the cake and realized that they had lied about the filling. It was not cream cheese like the box said. It was cinnamon. I just had another piece with my coffee. It's still cinnamon. Very good cinnamon.