New Orleans saw a college senior roll in for Mardi Gras…and limp out. And we can say that my body and health are still recovering from those four days. Nonetheless, I came back to the scene of music, humidity, and food. I’d like to underscore food many many times. I did a lot of running (indoors I might add, in order to avoid heat stroke hospitalization) to counter the NOLA tastings over countless days.
There was a successful balance between cooking and eating out.
Birthday buckwheat pancakes par moi. Banana, just like dad used to make (cough, cough)
New Orleans must. Isn’t this what everyone eats post yoga class?
Hidden neighborhood juice bar. Is that not the most amazing menu design??
I’ll keep the lunch portion short and sweet. Let’s just say it involved
starvation scavenging a male fridge for something edible. Feat in itself, ladies and gentlemen.
Is there anything better than a peasant dinner? Bold red, hearty wheat bread, pungent cheese, guacamole (game time decision), and an amazeball greek salad. Can I get an amen?
And there were also restaurant tapas. Four times as expensive and not as delicious as our hodge podge snacks above. Some say I’m a cheap date when I’m not ordering lobster
The denouement was the birthday dinner. Steak, mashed potatoes, and peas for the boy. Fish, peas, and a yellow heirlooms for me. Wine x5. Could you have guessed?
Oh, and let’s not forget dessert. Withold too much judgment please, as this baby was created in a kitchen sans pie pan, flour, sugar, butter, or anything relevant to baking.
I may have had my face buried in some goat cheese right before this was taken. Please forgive.
Any memorable meals in New Orleans?