I hope it’s not too late to send out a hearty Happy Mardi Gras hug to everyone!
Tonight finds me enjoying a new New Orleans tradition my husband has just shared: Eating Zapp’s Spicy Cajun Crawtators potato chips with cream cheese. (Hey, they don’t call it Low Fat Tuesday!)
Raising a few Abita Turbodogs. Cheers, everyone!
So in honor of the end of carnival season, tell me:
What are you dipping into tonight?
Oh, that looks so deliciously unhealthy. I’m hungry!
And I didn’t even take a picture of the King Cake dripping in frosting and tinted sugar that is waiting in the wings!
Aww, man, how could you? Salty things are my weakness and you show me this???
I’m going for the guacamole tonight, and it’s all. your. fault.
Happy Mardi Gras, sugarplum.
Wish I could teleport this whole salty mess your way, my dear. These chips are criminally good. But if you’ve got guacamole on your menu now, I think you’re in good hands.
Lots of fun this year, but crazy weather…….freezing rain one day and shorts and sunscreen the next. Mardi Gras is still the greatest party on earth and the only thing that would make it perfect would be ya’ll joining us next year!!!! Let’s make plans. Missing you;(
We have been thinking of you all and missing you too, Trish! We heard the reports of rain–but had fingers crossed that today was sunny! Sending love and hugs!
Wow, this looks delicious. Here in Maine, we don’t normally celebrate Mardi Gras… but if we did you can bet I wouldn’t have cooked what I did tonight: whole wheat pasta with broccoli. Yep, festive eating here at our house
I am WAY jealous! Happy Mardi Gras, Erika!
Whole wheat pasta with broccoli! I love it! And you know the best part of that menu, Julia? My New Orleanian husband would sooner have served us that, I honestly think. He’s always trying to get us to eat more greens!
Nothing as yummy looking as that! Probably a ‘healthy’ salad. (shhh…trying to shed a few unwanted pounds)
Happy Mardi Gras, Erika!
I’m with you on the greens, Cynthia. (And by greens, I don’t mean the green-tinted sugar on the King Cake that’s still sitting in the fridge!)
Laissez les bons temps rouler, Erika!
I went to a Mardi Gras party on Saturday hosted by my Louisiana friends. There was gumbo and king cake. And beads and masks.
I thought of you.
Not quite as raucous as when I was in NOLA, but these old bones can’t handle that anymore!
Thank you, dears! Your party sounds wonderful–and I bet Reggie looks regal in his beads
I hear you on the old bones. Ian and I were just saying that last night. Glad I got to be in one of the parades when I was, er, younger…
Yum.
I dipped into a hot chocolate last night. WOO HOO. I know how to party.
Now there’s a lot of joy in a good cup of hot cocoa, Downith dear. Copious marshmallows. A generous splash of brandy. Heck, I’d take one over a Hurricane any day.
Voodoo potato chips? Those are seriously up my alley. I didn’t realize it was Fat Tuesday but I was certainly eating like I did. For the past four days I’ve been stuffing myself silly. It’s what happens when my kids are off from school. All reason escapes me.
MSB, Zapp’s makes THE BEST potato chips. They are every bit as sick as you imagine. We’ve been in feast-mode here too. I’m just not good at self-control when it comes to sweets. And it hasn’t helped that Trader Joe’s is still unloading their Valentine chocolates. I mean, come on. Does anyone walk by and NOT pick up a discounted box? Is that even humanly possible?
Happy Mardi Gras to you!
Of course, now it’s Lent…and I still haven’t committed to giving anything up. My grandmother was a pack-a-day smoker most of her life. She was also a devout catholic. Every year at lent, she gave up smoking for the 44 days and wouldn’t cheat once. Come Easter, she was lighting back up in the car on her way to mass.
Thank you, dearie!
Do you observe Lent every year? If I did, I’m so self-indulgent when it comes to treats, I swear I’d just give up cleaning out my ears or sorting socks, something utterly without self-sacrifice. I’m hopeless.
I totally forgot it was Fat Tuesday. That gives me such hope. I’ve developed an unhealthy addiction to rosemary and olive oil triscuits, loaded with hunks of cheddar melted on top. Late at night. With a heavy microbrew. I’ve put on 10 pounds in the last two months.
But now, NOW, I can write off last night as my personal fat Tuesday celebration! Phew.
(And sour cream on chips? Yummo!)
Where and how can I get my mitts on a box of those triscuits??? The only problem with shopping at Trader Joe’s is that I miss out on things like this. Now I will have to make a special trip to the big grocery. Oh, darn. Pretty much rosemary-anything rocks my world.
Long time no blog! Happy Mardi Gras to you. You’re lucky to have a real New Orleans boy in your house to fill you in on traditions. Yum.
Hey Angie! I am a lucky, lucky broad, for sure. And I don’t even have to wait until NEXT Mardi Gras to start cooking again
Wait – is your husband from New Orleans? If so, then we not only have several things in common: we’re both authors who live in North Carolina, but, my husband was born and raised in New Orleans. We have Zapps tater chips and hubig’s pies in our house from his recent trip to Baton Rouge to visit.
My husband too–born and raised, how about that!
And Hubig’s Pies, oh, Kat. Then you KNOW about the joy that is a Hubig’s pie. What’s your favorite flavor? Mine’s coconut.
I am a die-hard coconut-lover! Anything coconut -mmmmmmm!
I love the crust the best though – I could just eat a pile of that crust!
Coincidences are so cook –
I’m a few days late and I am struggling to remember what I ate on Tuesday. I think a huge salad and some homemade blueberry-banana muffins. Not very exciting, huh? And then I went to the gym. Can you say “lame”??
I did think of LITTLE GALE GUMBO, though!
Salad, muffins and THE GYM??!!! Okay, Laura, that settles it. You’re spending next Mardi Gras with me. This will simply not do.
I would DIE for those potato chips!!!
And, with my limited self-control over salty and fat-filled delicious treats, I’d probably die soon after, too.
My husband and I enjoyed a Fat Tuesday lunch and I thought of Little Gale Gumbo the entire time. While the gumbo I had was good. I doubt it was as good as the recipe in the book!
Oh, yum. What a wonderful tradition to start–although a doctor probably wouldn’t agree!