Showing posts with label Louisiana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Louisiana. Show all posts

07 July 2013

Louisiana Summer :: New Orleans

 

 

Two nights in NOLa with just the mister to celebrate our anniversary...

 

For lodging: Omni Royal Orleans

Perfect location, clean, excellent beds and linens, friendly staff, gorgeous rooftop pool & bar, luxurious

 

For breakfast: Surrey's

Get the shrimp and grits or the banana's foster French toast.

 

For lunch: The American Sector

We love John Besh. The perfect pig poboy was decidedly perfect.

 

For dinner: Borgne

This is an upscale casual Besh restaurant featuring LA seafood. Get the black drum entree, the duck poppers, and the Breaking Cane cocktail. Skip the stuffed flounder.

 

For shopping: Mignon Faget

I went for pieces from The HIVE collection this time. I always get a compliment or comment when I wear a piece from her collection.

 

For cool New Orleans-style jazz: Jeremy Davenport Lounge at the Ritz

The music and setting were phenomenal. The large and boisterous, uppity crowd was not.

 

For coffee: Cafe du Monde; Antoine's Annex

Get a table on the edge of the cafe for great people watching. Antoine's coffee was perfect.

 

For museum hopping: Ogden Museum of Southern Art;

Wow. We were introduced to the prolific Southern artist, William Hollingsworth. I also enjoyed Eudora Welty's photography collection.

Contemporary Arts Center

Check out the quirky, spooky Chalmatia exhibit.

 

For oysters: Royal House Oyster Bar

Belly up to the bar for a dozen raw and an ice cold Abita amber.

 

For Marie Laveau: St. Louis Cemetery #1

Not at night.

 

For mass: St.Louis Cathedral

I never miss the irony of the fortune tellers who set up just outside the doors of the church. There is a beautiful harmony that exists in this city.

 

For live music: It's everywhere, you can't miss it.

 

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There are a thousand other ways to enjoy this city; this is just a bit of how we did it this time.

 

27 June 2013

Louisiana Summer

 

Life.Is.Good.

 

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I'm using the Snapseed app for editing images from my DSLR on my iPad. Lovin' it. I'm also using the Blogsy app and am having a good experience with that, too.

 

24 June 2013

Sunday Seafood Dinner

 

Grand Isle State Park
 
We drove two hours in the wee hours of Sunday morning to reach Grand Isle, a Louisiana barrier island.
 
 
The kids played in the murky, silt-filled waters where the Mighty Mississippi meets the Gulf of Mexico while we all hoped to catch a few crabs.
 
Blue Crabs
 
Blue Crabs
We caught some, we bought some. They were all good.
Blue Crabs
 
Blue Crabs
 
We then returned home. They are best boiled. Boil they did.
 
 
My fav is the shrimp. I miss it when I'm gone.
 

 

A huge thank you to my dear brother-in-law who worked his tail off to make this experience possible.

 

 

22 June 2013

Louisiana Summer

Young One at the Wheel
We've got lots of fun times planned for Summer 2013, but it's often the simple things that create the best memories, like cruising the back roads with cousins in a golf cart older than all its passengers.


26 August 2011

Next Stop, New Orleans

Our first stop in Louisiana was in New Orleans, where we spent an entire weekend in a fancy hotel directly on the streetcar line, a hotel that I was able to book for next to nothing by using this quirky site. Did you know that there is a strategy involved in getting exactly the place you want? Google it. It worked for me. 

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Young One spent the first day and night with us, and then she went out to the country with her grands, leaving the man and I free to roam in search of music until the wee hours.

It rained the entire weekend.

crescent city connection


We usually don't seek out famous-name, chef-owned restaurants when we visit. Come on, it's New Orleans, as long as you steer clear of Bubba Gump's Shrimp Company on Decatur, then you are likely going to be okay. This year we did visit both Mondo, of Susan Spicer fame, and Luke, a John Besh restaurant. 

Both were fabulous.

oyster shucker
Oysters at Felix's Seafood in the French Quarter 

But you know... I'd be perfectly happy with oysters, all day, every day. We ate these at Felix's, standing at the bar as the guy shucked them for us. With an ice cold Abita Amber on tap. In heaven. With friends. Everyone in NOLA is your friend. Well. Except for the NOPD. At least they have cool rides. Ahh, the Vespa.

Red Beans and Rice at Mena's 
Creole Tomato Salad at Mena's in the French Quarter 

We happened upon a small place called Mena's Palace on Chartres that served up a mean plate of red beans and rice and a spot-on Greek-inspired Creole tomato salad, with capers, olives, feta, and peppers. Here too, super friendly people. I did chuckle a bit when the lady seated at the table next to me asked for the carb count on the poboy she ordered. She wanted to see the packaging for the bread. This ain't bread from Winn Dixie, Honey!

Yummy Breakfast at Luke
Crab and Asparagus Omlette at Lukes on St. Charles

At Luke I ordered a crabmeat and asparagus omelet for breakfast. Well. What do you think? Worthy of an almost Iron Chef? He was a finalist in season one, you know. I wonder if that is validating for a chef ... this whole Iron Chef business.

New Orleans Lucky Dogs

What's NOLA without a Lucky Dog?

Finally, we had cafe au lait and beignets and made a trip via streetcar to the Garden District to both Tracey's, for poboys and boudin balls and to Superior, for Tex Mex with a Louisiana twist; I had crawfish enchiladas. We stopped in at Johnny's PoBoys in the Quarter where we had an incredible bowl of seafood gumbo, served in a styrofoam cup, mind you. Yum, nonetheless. For the best Bloody Mary, try The Organic Banana in the French Market. Perfectly spicy.

organic banana



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We found the music.
It's not really difficult in this city as it's around every corner.
One night we headed down to the Blue Nile on Frenchman Street
and listened to the Brass-a-holics.

We're so damn cool and hip.
Can you dig it?

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28 February 2011

what's with all that purple, gold, and green?

Several weeks ago, I began to write a post about tradition and culture surrounding Mardi Gras and quickly realized that I would be unable to do a good job of limiting the scope. So, instead, I've created a list that tells some parts of the story because, let's face it, there are no limits to list making (and no pesky rules of organization, either.)

And so I offer you this longer than long post to visit and revisit over the month of March . . . that's right, I'm taking a self-imposed blogging break . . . See you in April, maybe.

And, yeah, I know it's not exactly about life in Italy . . . but I never really promised that's all you'll find here.
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1. Flashing naked body parts is not really a Mardi Gras tradition. Really. It's not. It's for the tourists and maybe a local intoxicated co-ed or two.

2. With that out of the way, I have to tell you, Mardi Gras is a family affair. I have memories as far back as memories go of being at Mardi Gras with my family. It's as much a part of our tradition as is Mother's Day or Thanksgiving. We aren't even from the city.

Clown family
It's a Family Affair
Flickr Source

3. Generally, parades are planned by Mardi Gras krewes or social clubs who work all year long.  While membership in some krewes (organizations)  is open to all, many are exclusive, private organizations where membership is by invitation only. It is a very elitest, high society affair in some cases. "Old money" runs deep in New Orleans. On the other hand, less exclusive groups do exist, giving everyone a chance to participate.  Some groups fundraise year round to pay for the one big day. Other groups have an element of philanthropy and service. There is one group that convenes on the day of the parade, only. There are even krewes that are highly secretive and do not reveal membership publically.


4. Krewes often traditionally take names from the Greeks and Romans:  Rex, Bacchus, Endymion, Proteus, and so forth. A list of some krewes.  The Mystic Krewe of Comus is the oldest krewe; it dates back to 1856.

4. In 1993, New Orleans native Harry Connick, Jr. founded a new krewe, Orpheus, with the aim to create an organization open to all genders, races, and ethnicities. (Remember, this is the greatest free show on earth . . . with participants footing the bill.)  It's huge, compared to some of the other krewes. This ball is one open to the public, with tickets available on the website to the public for $135 each this year.  If you ever have a chance, GO to one of these balls as this is as much a part of Mardi Gras as the floats and throws.

5. A "throw" is anything you might catch from a float rider -- beads, dubloons, cups, stuffed animals, silk flowers, etc. Back in the day, some of the beads were individually strung glass Czech beads, now it's plastic from China. Some Krewes do have signature throws. Check out the throws from this year's Krewe of Muses, an all female group. (Cool, no? If you think so, read the story of the shoe throws.)

6. Grand balls with much pomp and circumstance take place during the season, often including debutante "coming out" events. These balls even reach down to the elementary schools where the balls are used as profitable fundraising events, sans parade.

7. Elementary schools across LA also celebrate the holiday with decorated wagon parades and shoe box float decorating contests.  I'm not certain, but I bet that this is one holiday that is still celebrated in the schools the same way it was years ago.

It's Mardi Gras time!
Shoe Box Mardi Gras Float
Flickr Source

8. Rex is the King of Carnival. Yes, we call it "carnival."

The Title of the King
King of Carnival, Rex
Flickr Source


9. Much of Mardi Gras does not take place in the French Quarter. Most people I know would not dare venture there at night after a parade. I did a few times (as a co-ed) and likely never will again. It's insane and probably dangerous. Go Uptown, instead.

Mardi Gras Crowds
Uptown Parade
Flickr Source

10. We love the high school marching bands equally: the good, the bad, and the ugly. A parade is not a parade without a marching band. This is also true for the often long-anticipated police car that comes before the parade. Oh, the excitement!

Mardi Gras - 2010
High School Marching Band
Flickr Source

11. People have been known to camp out along the route to ensure a good spot. It is also common to cook-out along the route with groups of friends or, of course, to bring your cooler full of food and drinks. Popeyes gets a lot of Mardi Gras business. If you are fortunate, you have a contact along the route and are invited into their home, at least just to potty.

12. People with young children bring tricked out ladders for the kiddos to have a safe place and clear view. Better to have them up high than risk having them under a float tire.

St Charles Av before the Iris Mardi Gras Parade
Annoying, but Safe,  Mardi Gras Ladders
Flickr Source

13. There is no open container law in NOLA. (Or so it seems!)

14. The season starts on 3 Kings Day, January 6, and goes until the day before Ash Wednesday. Parades roll with more frequency as Mardi Gras Day approaches, even on school nights. Ahem. The public party ends at midnight on Mardi Gras, when the NOPD clears the streets.

15.  Pay attention, there is lots of political satire associated with the event. You will see it more prevelant with some krewes, but you'll also see it among the locals. You might imagine what it was like the first Mardi Gras after Katrina.

17. Mardi Gras is not limited to New Orleans. Huge events take place in the burbs, even on Mardi Gras Day, and parades roll across the state during the season. There's even a unique Mardi Gras tradition in Cajun Country.

2010 Tee-Mamou Mardi Gras Feb 16 (32 of 24)
Revelers in Cajun Country Chase Chickens
Flickr Source

18. Schools close for two to five days, depending. (Young One's school in Vicenza is closed for three days.)

19.  We eat King Cakes all season long. Likely, the tradition is from France. Finding the baby does not make you "King for the Day." It means you have to buy the next cake! Cakes are commonly found in bakeries and supermarkets with bakeries throughout South LA.

King Cake 2
My Very Own King Cake

20. Purple - justice;  gold - power;   green - faith.  (Though, there is debate about this.)

So much, and I haven't even touched on Flambeaux carriers, or Mardi Gras Indians, or Lundi Gras activities, or  Mardi Gras World, or Pete Fountain's Half Fast Walking Club, or the Zulu Social Aid and Pleasure Club , or truck floats . . . and so much, much more that makes Mardi Gras.

I mean, I haven't even mentioned the famous "Mardi Gras Ordinance" --  New Orleans City Council Member Dorothy Mae Taylor's attempt to intergrate the private clubs in 1992. You can imagine how well that went over with with some people.  Check it out on NPR.

Flambeaux-New Orleans Mardi Gras-Beginning of Parade
Flambeaux
Flickr Source



Pete Fountain

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But I feel satisfied that if you've read down to here, that you just might believe me when I tell you it's not all about beer, beads, and boobies.
Of courses, the presence of a bit of debauchery is undeniable.
 Hey, it's Louisiana.
And I love it.

Need more?  Check out this great site, where you can watch web cams, get recipes, and even find apps for your iPhone.

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To close this post. . . .
From Phil Johnson's Carnival Editorial:


It's that time again: that wonderful, crazy, colorful, crowded, happy, mixed-up but glorious time when all New Orleans forgets itself for a day, lets its hair down, puts on a rubber nose, a funny hat, and walks around laughing at the silly people in their crazy costumes.
It's a day for contrasts…a day for change.
A day when legions of quiet, timid, introspective little men forsake their cashier's windows and their neat clerk’s desks, put masks across their faces, and suddenly become Don Juan.
A day when a secretary can become Queen of England…a housewife, Annie Oakley.
Mardi Gras is fantasy in a fright wig, reality with a burnt cork on its nose, a dream with a scepter in its hand, and pompousness about to be punctured.
Mardi Gras is fun and laughter, vulgarity and coarseness, color and light, and at the end, quiet.
Mardi Gras is a state of mind, an attitude, a pose, an opinion. But at its most basic…and perhaps satisfying of all, Mardi Gras is the one day in the entire year when New Orleans can tell the world:
"We're going to have fun!" And we do.




28 January 2011

it's carnival time

I'm hoping to master the king cake this year. Evidently, my baking confidence has grown a bit since last year when I hesitated to tackle such a task. 

Last year, I fudged. 

I brought it to work where no one was the wiser, not even the Northerner who lived in Louisiana a couple of years. Many looked upon it with disdain (it is not exactly eye candy to the unanointed) and didn't have an inkling of its significance. Attempts to explain were thwarted by people eager to tell me a Mardi Gras story -- usually that of a friend, by people who had no interest in the culture I expounded as the hedonist thoughts often associated with this party filled their groins brains.

I have discovered that this is true for most things associated with Mardi Gras: people tend wrap it up in a boobs, booze & beads package that is far from the reality that I know and love.  I've stop explaining and have resorted to the smile and nod when they get started on the subject, and then I tell them I hope to take Young One to Mardi Gras in the next couple of years. Ha!  Whatever, people. It's annoying, but I accept defeat.

King Cake 2
King Cake #1 :: January 7,  2011


 
But I'm not yet defeated by the baking. This first attempt was fair, but not fantastic.  I used a recipe posted by The Times-Picayune food editor on January 6, one that I later found across the Internet as well. The conundrum is, of course, determining if it's an issue of the recipe, the oven, or the baker. Baby steps . . . or as a friend says, "How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time." 

One cake at a time.
I'll try again this weekend.
Either that are some crostoli, another kind of carnival treat.

happygirl
My Little Masked Reveler

In searching for my next recipe to attempt, I discovered that this bakery in NOLA is creating a king cake with. . . are you ready? . . . you won't believe it . . . it's simply fantastic . . . CHEVRE!!!  I think we'll be making a stop there on our annual summer pilgrimage. We won't find king cake at that time, but I have a feeling we'll find other goodness.


Are you a master baker with a no-fail king cake recipe to share?
Please do.