1. They take their fried dough seriously. Like, realllllllly seriously.
2. Yes, you see that right. In case these beignet fingers didn’t come with enough powdered sugar, there is extra on the table.
3. This entire tray cost $2.20.
Coffee Call / Baton Rouge, La.
Howdy! So, how’s everyone coming with those holiday gifts and such? I am being a big giant procrastinator this year, for sure! I usually make gifts for peeps because 1) I like to get my craft on and 2) I’m super cheap. That didn’t sound right. I’m frugal. Better word choice.. Anyways, I’ve only bought about 25% of my list (eek!) and haven’t made a darn thing yet. Not panicking, not panicking…breathe.
OK, so seeing as how I have a lot on my proverbial plate, I don’t have a lot of time to make a yeast dough with rise time and blah blah blah. Clearly, I don’t even have time to construct proper sentences.
So here’s a quickie recipe to brighten your holidays!
Editor’s Note: Food writer and new-to-ES-blogger Emily Teachout checks in with a look at one of America’s craziest — and tastiest — food destinations.
In honor of my birthday, I decided to check a long-time goal off my bucket list and head down to New Orleans to experience Mardi Gras. Let’s be real, though; while beads and booze were on my radar, I was most excited for a no-holds-barred culinary tour of the Big Easy. I figured if I’ve lived this long, I might as well test the limits of what my body can handle in greasy, spicy, cholesterol-ridden creole specialties. New Orleans did not let me down, and surprisingly, neither did my arteries.
The first “morning” in the city, after waking up at 12:45pm in our cramped yet exorbitantly expensive hotel room, two of my friends and I dragged our hungover selves out of bed in search of a belated breakfast in the French Quarter. Our prayers were answered thanks to a little alley cafe called Green Goddess. We had to wait 45 minutes for our outdoor table, but since drinking in the streets is allowed (and seemingly encouraged) we downed some $7 beers to pass the time.
To start, we shared the truffled manchego cheese grits you see above. With that sheen of grease, you know heaven is inside. My friend literally licked the plate. No shame!
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