I went to New Orleans for the
Initially, I was worried. My picky and sensitive palate might not be able to handle all that Cajunness. I mean, I only recently worked my way up to the Medium salsa.
What if everything was too spicy? What if I had to resort to eating only desserts the entire trip? That would be awful! Waaaaaait…who am I kidding? That would be awesome!
Blarney and I walked to the nearest Sucré in the Garden District.
It’s not a coincidence that these flavors begin with “C” like “crack.”
Next up…Cafe Du Monde‘s beignets.
Blarney and I were disappointed. They were tasty, but we learned something very important. Just because something is called a doughnut doesn’t mean jelly or custard or something equally tasty is in the middle.
Beignets = Funnel Cake
I also ate Pralines, Chocolate-Covered Marshmallow Sticks, Baked Alaska, and Triple Chocolate Cake. I’m sorry I don’t have photographic proof, but here’s why:
Thoughtsy: I’ll take one Baked Alaska. Extra chocolate sauce, please.
Guy: Here you go, Baby Doll. (Yes, they actually called me that. And I liked it.)
Thoughtsy: (::taking a bite::) Mmmmmm…. Oh. I should take a picture. (::shrugs and continues eating::)