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I typically don’t have much of a sweet tooth; if anything, I’m addicted to salty things (get your mind outta the gutter, Betty). So why is it that I’m suddenly craving king cake? It’s not even in season (Epiphany through Fat Tuesday). Of course thanks to the tourism industry, Gambino’s makes ’em year-round, and since they’ve got a shop Uptown, I could swing by and get one on my way to class tonight, but, well, it’d kinda be like having a yule log at a 4th of July picnic: a total turn-off. I feel the same way about cereal for supper. (Sorry, Jonno, but I do.)