King Cake Beignets

When I was growing up in Georgia, we didn’t pay much attention to Fat Tuesday. I’d heard of the parades, but the celebratory day seemed reserved for those fun-loving crowds in New Orleans or South Alabama. That all changed when I was a teenager visiting family in the small town of Lizana, Mississippi, near the coast. It was my first Carnival, and we were greeted by massive tables mounded with crawfish. That night, I tasted the lip-puckering heat of a crawfish boil and then found the baby in