A couple of weeks ago I scoured the internet for an authentic homemade jambalaya recipe and dusted off my tried and true from-scratch King Cake recipe with festive plans for a Mardi Gras family feast. Since I celebrate the big three five on Fat Tuesday and intend to dine out at a hand full of my favorite establishments (rather than slaving away over sausage and sugar dying,) I promptly marked our celebration for “Fat Monday.” Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans. Waking up with a full fledged case of the sniffles, I immediately realized that a home cooked meal was not gonna happen. Instead, we headed to the grocery and left our meal in the hands of Zatarain’s and the Publix bakers. (I imagine that besties B and R are gasping at the treachery of this meal just about now.) Honey sweetly prepared our supper, I quickly told the littles the story of the King Cake and we wrapped up our meal lickety split so that I could retire to my bedroom lair. There’s always next year…
And while I’m on the subject of Mardi Gras, I must share with you the fab bracelet Daddy-O made for his girls a few years back. While antiquing in Savannah with my mother and sister, we happened upon the vintage 1970’s coins and couldn’t resist making them ours at the small price of a quarter each. A quick trip to Michael’s for silver bracelets and a few minutes drilling holes with the drimmel and we each had a delightful and unique Mardi Gras conversation piece.
Laissez les bons temps rouler!
xoxo
