Good Lord. Did i mention that is Mardi Gras?  

It has been serious. 

This year I decided to get into the mix.

Logging in some miles on my new Schwinn. Almost 30 miles in just a few short days. Ducking into dives, wine bars, and taverns along the way. And now it is all about to come an end of what has been another awesome carnival season.

And one thing I live for is the king cake. 

I am pretty sure that I have ate on average about 1 to 2 king cakes a week.

Yeah, you heard me.

Each. Week. 

Don’t judge. 

Oh course I adore the king cakes from Cochon Butcher. 

Personal favorite is the apple + creole cream cheese.

There are some folks who have been known to ‘warm up’ their kings with a few pats of butter in skillet. 

That’s real. And…

Dang.

So. Dang. Good. 

Another version of the king cake: galette de rois.

This round of delicious flaky almond paste filled heaven came fresh out of the oven one Sunday morning a few weeks ago at Breads on Oak. 

And that was it–I fell hard for each one of those buttery almost crossiant like layers. And there’s nothing too much more about that I have to say about that. Except that if y'all ain’t been here for Mardi Gras you don’t know what y'all are missing. 

Costumes. Not like halloween–better and clever. Had a friend who went to one of many Mardi Gras Balls as the mad hatter. She spends weeks every year making patterns, accessories, shoes even. Everything has got be perfect–folks here expect no less. Do it up proper or go home. 

Wigs. All colors, lengths, and style. And when I say colors I mean pink, purple, green, and gold. One of the best places to score a wig can be found right here in the French Quarter. 

Parades. Who doesn’t love a good parade? Here’s some of the favorites: 

Endymion, Krewe du Vieux, Krewe of Nyx, Muses (folks will loose their minds over a throw from this parade), Rex and Zulu (throws from this parade too). 

Par-tay. Crawfish boils. Crawfish pots of gumbo. Cooking out. It is all about the neighborhood. Don’t know your neighbors? Well y'all are bout to found out more about them. 

Just enough to wet y'alls whistle for you to get here for next year. 

Now you know. 

Happy Mardi Gras y'all!