My lovely Sunday followed up brunch with a crawfish boil at K. and S.’s place in Mid-City. They’ve got a hammock on their porch and had beer in their cooler, so I was a happy camper right away. Then came the crawfish. H. scooped them out onto big trays from the cooler where the boil was dumped. I was immediately intimidated by the size of the tray and the look of the crawfish. Continue reading
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Last Sunday was positively beautiful, and I started the day beautifully with
Exactly two weeks ago today, the Muses parade rolled down St. Charles Avenue. A few hours beforehand, my sister A. and I sat inside the august
So there I was, sitting at
Better not call them french fries, because 
E. rang me up to see if I’d like to meet her sister A. and join them in a potato hunt. As difficult as it was to drag me away from another episode of CSI: New York, I consented. A. apparently has a healthy respect for chili cheese fries, so we decided to stick with the fry category.
I’ve had the flu all week, and have literally spent almost every moment — waking or otherwise — since Monday night in bed. This confinement has been making me restless. Finally, this evening, I was well enough to take a field trip. M. and B. walked me down Maple St to
C., C., and I lunched at
The morning was a bit of a bust for N. and I, so we decided to head to