FAT TUESDAY & KING CAKE

One of the places I’ve always wanted to visit has been New Orleans. But for one reason or another I have never been able to go. The last time I entertained the notion of a visit there, it got sideswiped by Hurricane Katrina and the trip never happened. Imagine Emeril cooking. Harry singing. The place has always held a special allure to me for so many reasons. Participating in CARNIVAL. Jazz. All that JAZZ. Voodoo magic, Musical sendoffs into the great beyond, fascinating cemeteries and as a FOODIE... delectable seafood dishes and pastries, to make your mouth water. I can only imagine eating like that every day. Such a thing it should happen to me. Here in the Midwest we’re lucky if we have CAJUN cooking once a year. Ingredients are hard to come by in these parts. So, in the past a local restaurant would break out the flashy beads, put on the zydeco music and fill up the buffet trays with crawfish, jambalaya, gumbo and delectable desserts, they had flown all the way here from Louisiana. But it got too expensive and they stopped the annual tradition. So… when Mardi Gras rolls around I’m usually a sad sack. No celebration. So imagine my surprise when I sauntered into a local bakery and saw a KING CAKE. I quickly regained my composure and claimed it as my own. Paczkis I see everywhere, but a KING CAKE never before in our neighborhood. Some WISE men (or women) made FAT TUESDAY a priority here this week. Imagine that. It’s the little things that mean a lot.

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