Beignet is a word I cannot spell. I know how to make them and I definitely know how to eat them, but the “i” after the “e” when it’s not after a “c” is confusing. When I need autocorrect to be helpful, it takes my combination of vowels and leaves a red squiggly line underneath mocking me as if to say “Girl, we don’t know what that is.”
DO NOT TRY TO MAKE A KING CAKE OVERNIGHT. Leave that sh*t to the professionals! I thought that since a king cake is essentially a cinnamon roll that I could abide by the normal– slow rise in the fridge overnight. 
