Libby Klein I've always seen these brightly colored king cakes in the bakery, but I've never been able to try them because they don't come gluten-free. This year, I finally worked up the nerve to just make one myself. I was surprised to find out that this is just a giant cinnamon roll. It's not really a cake at all. I used a recipe that said either fill the dough with cinnamon and sugar, or a cream cheese pecan mixture. I went with the cream cheese and pecans because it seemed fancier. I think I would have liked just the spices. I also used a spice blend called speculoos. It's a combination of cinnamon, clove, nutmeg, anise, ginger, and cardamom. You can just use cinnamon for a more traditional flavor.
The tradition says that you put a little plastic baby inside the cake, and whoever gets the baby has to buy next year's king cake. I left the baby out because one - I am the only one here eating this thing so I'll have to make it again next year anyway. And two - I'd be that one person in a million who would cut that baby in half. I once swallowed my crown because I thought it was a walnut in my oatmeal.
If you put the baby in - or if you've ever been the lucky one to get the baby in your slice - let me know.
Gluten-Free Mardi Gras King Cake
Ingredients:
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 Tbsp plus 1 teaspoon instant yeast
3/4 Tbsp psyllium husk powder
1 tsp salt
1/4 cup sour cream
6 Tbsp soft butter
1 large egg, lightly beaten
zest of 1 lemon
Directions:
Gluten-free baker Poppy McAllister and her aunt Ginny are looking forward to a quiet, homey Christmas at their B&B in Cape May, but unfortunately, death isn’t taking a holiday this year . . .Ever since Thanksgiving, Poppy and her pals have been left with an unsolved mystery of the romantic kind. But at least this mystery isn’t the kind that involves murder. That all changes when the body of a fish supplier is discovered in the kitchen of her ex’s restaurant—and he’s frozen, not fresh.For once, it’s not Poppy who tripped over the corpse, yet she can’t escape being drawn in since the victim has a note taped to him reading Get Poppy. Figures—an engagement ring isn't labeled, but the dead guy is addressed to her. Now, while Aunt Ginny plans a tree-trimming party and pressures Poppy to decode a mysterious old diary, the amateur sleuth is asked to “unofficially” go undercover at the restaurant to help the police. Until then, the only crime Poppy had been dealing with was Figaro’s repeated thefts of bird ornaments from the tree; now it looks like it’s going to be a murder-y Christmas after all.
classes revolved mostly around the Culinary sciences and Drama, with one brilliant semester in Poly-Sci that may have been an accident. She loves to drink coffee, bake gluten-free goodies, collect fluffy cats, and translate sarcasm for people who are too serious. She writes from her Northern Virginia office where she serves a very naughty black smoke Persian named Sir Figaro Newton. You can keep up with her shenanigans by signing up for her Mischief and Mayhem Newsletter on her website. www.LibbyKleinBooks.com/Newsletter/











