Edit ModuleShow Tags
Edit ModuleShow Tags

Feb 8, 201806:39 PM
Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans

Carnival Cuisine

The top 5 foods of the season

Most nights, my kids are at least served a healthy meal, even if they don’t always eat it. While Georgia is still in her buttered carbs phase, Ruby and Elliot will happily eat broccoli, greens, sautéed zucchini, sweet potatoes, green beans, chick peas, cucumber salad, and even Brussels sprouts.

But right now is not “most nights.” Right now is Carnival time, baby.

And so my kids are eating Rice Krispy treats, Goldfish, Voodoo Zapp’s, and juice boxes. They’re eating pizza rolls off a paper plate while we’re stuck in traffic. For protein, they get peanut butter granola bars, and the closest they’re going to get to a vegetable until Wednesday is maybe a carrot on a veggie tray at an open house.

The food groups of Mardi Gras are different, and everyone knows that Carnival calories don’t count. So what’s fueling us during this marathon party? Well, anything that keeps well (no mayonnaise-based salads, people, now or really any other time) and is portable is pretty ideal.

 

My top 5 are:

  1. Boudin balls. Sorry, Hank, but these are one of my top snack foods, even not during Mardi Gras. My favorites are from Boucherie, but I’ve had good ones from Tracey’s and McClure’s, too.
  2. Daiquiris. Now these, I definitely don’t drink year-round. I like the occasional eggnog daq around the holidays, but beyond that, these are only good at a parade. Several locations will sometimes even offer a virgin daiquiri for the kids, but not all, as I learned once when then-3-year-old Ruby had an absolute sobbing meltdown and cried herself to sleep in her car seat repeating, “I WANT A DAIQUIRI! I WANT A DAIQUIRI, MAMA! I WANT A DAIQUIRI!” Having your kid cry in a drive-thru daiquiri line is really something that only happens here.
  3. Carnival cupcakes. I make these for the kids’ classes every year and often bring them to parade potlucks. The recipe is simple (because more time spent baking cupcakes is less time spent catching beads): Two boxes of white cake mix, mixed according to directions and then divided into three bowls and dyed purple, green, and gold. Put 1 tablespoon of each color into each cupcake wrapper, bake for the time indicated on the box, frost with cinnamon buttercream (3 sticks of butter, softened; 1.5 teaspoons of vanilla, 1.5 tablespoons of cinnamon, one box of powdered sugar, and 4 tablespoons of milk), and top with a king cake baby.
  4. King cake. This is frequently breakfast for Ruby, and while I don’t feel great about that, I also don’t think it’s much worse than cinnamon rolls, and people eat those for breakfast all the time. She drinks a glass of milk with it and sometimes has some fruit, too, so it’s basically part of a complete breakfast. I am not a huge fan of king cake myself, honestly, but I still eat about 8 tons of it every Carnival season just because it’s there. (Side note: I hope all of you jerks who eat king cake whenever you damn well please – as if there aren’t rules about these things – are happy with yourself for this dreadful Carnival forecast. YOU did this to us, you Epiphany scofflaws, you king cake heathens. This is ALL on you.)
  5. Popeyes. This one is obvious. Although a spicy dark meat combo with mashed potatoes, red beans, and a biscuit is good on just a random lazy Saturday, it’s sublime on the parade route. Just like the sea air makes sandwiches and lemonade taste better, something about the sound of marching bands and your feet on the neutral ground makes Popeyes the most perfect food imaginable.

 

(And let’s all have a moment of silence for Hubig’s Pie, the lemon flavor of which sustained me through several Carnival seasons in high school.)

 

Happy Mardi Gras, everyone. Stay safe, stay fed, stay hydrated – and have a blast!

 

 

Add your comment:
Edit ModuleShow Tags


Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans

about

        Eve is further proof, if any is needed, that New Orleans girls can never escape the city. After living here since the age of 3 and graduating from Ben Franklin High School, Eve moved to Columbia, Mo., where she received bachelor’s and master’s degrees from the Missouri School of Journalism and became truly, unhealthily obsessed with grammar.She had originally intended to strike out to New York City and work in the cutthroat magazine industry there, but after Katrina, Eve felt a strong pull to return home, to her roots, her family, her waterlogged and struggling city – and a much more forgiving work atmosphere that would allow her to skip a routine of everyday makeup and size 0 designer label business suits and enjoy the occasional cocktail or three with an absurdly fattening lunch. She moved back home in January 2008 and lives in Mid-City with her two daughters, Ruby and Georgia; her stepson, Elliot; and her husband, Robert Peyton.Eve blogs about the joys and struggles of living in post-Katrina New Orleans, the unique problems and delights of raising a child in such a diverse and challenging city – including her experiences with the public education system – and her always entertaining and extremely colorful family.Eve has won numerous writing awards, including the Pirates Alley Faulkner Society Gold Medal, the Society of Professional Journalists Mark of Excellence award for column-writing and Press Club of New Orleans awards for her Editor’s Note in New Orleans Homes & Lifestyles and for this blog, most recently winning the award for "Best Feature Affiliated Blog."She welcomes comments, advice, empty flattery, recipes, drink invitations and – most especially – grammatical or linguistic debates.

recent

archive

feed

Atom Feed Subscribe to the Joie d'Eve Feed »

Edit ModuleShow Tags
Edit ModuleShow Tags