My First King Cake.

Not the first one I've eaten, of course - I don't think even my mama could pinpoint when I first tasted that sugar-coated cinnamon-rolled baby-booby-trapped goodness. This, however, is the first time I've been brave enough to bake a king cake. (And a vegan one at that, of course.)

It's only the second yeasted thing I've ever made, and my first experience with "punching down" dough. There were many steps, but it wasn't difficult. And if I do say so myself, it came out gorgeous...



Yes, there are two "New Orleans in Green" blogs. After years and years of being on blogger, I thought I'd see what all the "wordpress" hype was about. I can't figure it out - I don't like it at all. I may double post for a while, but I have a feeling that in the end my heart belongs to blogger... damn you googling bastards.


The Year of New Orleans.

I arrived in Nola on New Year's Eve. And it was so good to be home, even if it was just for a minute. I'm looking at it through different eyes now - eyes that know that in a few months, I'll be back for real. Eyes that want to plan.

I was saddened to find that the Annual Orleans Avenue Christmas Tree Bonfire has been completely extinguished. As usual, leave it to a couple of jerks who don't know how to act (and a couple of bureaucrats who think they know how to make a point) to ruin something great for everyone. I harbor secret hopes that after a couple of years the cops will chill out a bit on their cruises, and the neighborhood will rekindle its longstanding tradition.

There of course wasn't any shortage of other illegal fireworks events, however. They were everywhere. But can anyone tell me what's up with Lakeshore Drive being barricaded and blacked out? Seems like a tragedy waiting to happen if you ask me, which incidentally no one ever does.

We were on our own - everyone else either already had plans or was sick by the time we hit town. So we had a drink at Balcony Bar and then just drove around, seeing what we could see. A quiet evening together. And that's just fine.

All in all, the trip was too short. When it came time to leave, the morning of the third, I did not want to go. I just wanted to stay, stay forever. I just wanted to be home.