One thing few people know about me was that I was born in New Orleans. My family moved to West Virginia when I was still young, but we didn't leave behind everything in the Big Easy.
The thing we definitely kept was the food and tradition of Mardi Gras. Of course, almost no one in my school heard of Mardi Gras or some of the food my family made in celebration of the day.
Yesterday, it was my time for celebration, especially since I wouldn't be able to commit a lot of time to it on Tuesday. I made jambalaya and King Cake. Here are some pics!
My jambalaya. I cook a brown jambalaya instead of a red jambalaya. Don't tell my mother, but I prefer this type over the tomato based jambalaya I ate while I was young. It's a simpler dish, without the need for roux and other things. I found a good andouille sausage at the grocery store for some authentic flavor, and it was awesome.
And King Cake! Ok, I made a bit of a mess with the sugar, but it still tasted awesome. Half of it is already gone, since my roommates and I have been sharing it since last night. It's not really cake, but more a quick bread in my cooking experience. I rarely make these, since there is a bit of work involved. It was totally worth it. Warm cinnamon and sugar inside, cripsy colored sugar outside and you have an awesome meal, my friends.
Tomorrow starts Lent, so I hope that the King Cake will be gone when I wake up and I won't have to avoid it. That makes things hard. Especially when I love King Cake. And jambalaya. I suppose that is why freezers were invented. Anyone else celebrate Mardi Gras?
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