The parades are in full swing, people are getting all decked out for the balls, and I am not in New Orleans.
So, to make myself feel better, I am going to make us some gumbo and a King Cake today and throw beads at the boys.
In honor of Carnival Season, a look back at a post from Mardi Gras three years ago.
Happy Mardi Gras!
I grew up in Mississippi and went to college only a hour and a half from New Orleans. Needless to say, it was way too close sometimes (when it came to studying for Statistics and I wanted to run away) and now it is way too far.
Our boys have never been there. All they know of the city is that my college roommate Olga lives there, the tragedy of Hurricane Katrina and of course, the triumph of the SAINTS (whew, you can tell this is an old post, our poor Saints). It was high time they “saw” some of New Orleans that I have experienced. So, last week the boys and I focused our homeschool work on everything New Orleans.
Hold on, don’t go there, I did not share the irreverence or debauchery that many associate with the city or in actuality with Mardi Gras, but all the things I think of when I think of NOLA -its rich history, the music, the food, the culture, the architecture. Oh, how I love the plantations and the garden district.
We planned our meals around our studies, with red beans and rice, shrimp po-boys and of course, King Cake. When I went to NOLA for my first Mardi Gras with Olga, her mom sent us to the bakery to pick up a King Cake. I was real confused, why in the world would her mom want a cake with Elvis on it? It was not until we got to the bakery and Olga explained it to me, that I understood it. That is a true story. Plenty of Southern culture, just not any NOLA culture. That was remedied.
We finished our week of studying New Orleans with a Superbowl party at some of our friends home. We had wonderful food, kids had a blast with two great friends and we cheered the Saints to victory.
Four precious boys yelling “throw me something mister!” Yes, they had WhoDat and a Fleur De Lis painted on their faces. So much FUN!
I love the charm of New Orleans. It is a laid back atmosphere where you can just sit back and enjoy, letting your surroundings filter through all your senses. One day I will sit with my boys in Uptown watching the streetcars while eating some crawfish etouffee and listening to some Louis Armstrong or Harry Connick Jr. so they can experience the New Orleans I love.
Laissez les bon temps rouler (Let the good times roll),