Boris Yellnikoff: I happen to hate New Year's celebrations. Everybody desperate to have fun. Trying to celebrate in some pathetic little way. Celebrate what? A step closer to the grave? That's why I can't say enough times, whatever love you can get and give, whatever happiness you can filch or provide, every temporary measure of grace, whatever works. And don't kid yourself. Because its by no means up to your own human ingenuity. A bigger part of your existence is luck, than you'd like to admit. Christ, you know the odds of your fathers one sperm from the billions, finding the single egg that made you. Don't think about it, you'll have a panic attack.
King Cake finds its way to Portugal during the 19th century when Confeitaria Nacional opened as Portuguese monarchy’s official bakery in 1829. The cake is round with a large hole in the centre, resembling a crown covered with crystallized fruit. The characteristic of this cake is a fava bean and a small prize (usually a small metal toy). Tradition dictates that whoever finds the fava has to pay for the King cake next year.The inclusion of the prize has been discontinued under EU rules, for alleged safety reasons since mid-90s.
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