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Tree in New Orleans . . . heavy with Mardi Gras beads |
I grew up with no real knowledge of this holiday . . . we weren't from Louisiana . . . not French . . . certainly not Catholic . . . but I knew what Ash Wednesday was from lessons in Sunday School. Since I grew up with no clear religious denomination, even this holiday didn't hold much water . . . but Easter, which comes 40 days after Ash Wednesday was always significant.
But it's not Ash Wednesday . . .
. . . and it's not yet Easter!
It's Fat Tuesday! The day before Ash Wednesday . . . Mardi Gras Day . . . Shrove Day . . . a day when people eat and drink all they want . . . of everything and anything . . . because tomorrow is the beginning of a long fasting period for Christians!
So, I mentioned this when I wrote about the Epiphany . . . remember? The Feast of the Epiphany? Really?? The Three Kings?! The Wise Men that set out to find the Christ Child?! Yeah, those guys.
The origins of this celebration are really unclear . . . centuries old beliefs steeped in tradition in many countries around the world. In the U.S. the revelry typically begins on January 6th with parties passed from household to household until the apex on Fat Tuesday.
Mardi Gras arrived in North America as a French Catholic tradition with the Le Moyne Brothers in the late 17th century; King Louis XIV sent them to defend France's claim on the territory of Louisiane, which included what are now the states of Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, and part of east Texas. It's a really long story, but they sort of pounced on a spot about 60 miles south of what is now New Orleans . . . right on the banks of the Mighty Mississippi . . . called the place Point du Mardi Gras . . . translated Mardi Gras Point. In 1703, French Settlers established the first organized Mardi Gras tradition in an area that would eventually become Mobile. New Orleans didn't have their first official celebration until 1837.
I went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras . . . once . . . way back in the 80's . . . it was crazy even then!
We're all over the place here, aren't we?!
Anyway, one of my favorite things about the Mardi Gras season: King Cake! When I first moved to Louisiana with your grandfather I discovered so many new delicacies . . . crawfish, Doberge (they call it Dobosh down there) cake, red beans & rice, gumbo, etouffee, jambalaya, fried gator tail . . . good grief those people can cook!!! Got my first taste of King Cake in 1991 . . . whoa! In reality, it's a giant cinnamon roll . . . coated with a sweet icing . . . sprinkled with colored sugar (green, yellow, and purple of course). There's a tiny plastic baby hidden inside, and the tradition is, whoever gets the baby in their slice has to hold the next party.
And no, it doesn't LOOK like a regular cake . . .
. . . and then I discovered they also fill them with all sorts of deliciousness: cream cheese, fruit, chocolate, praline!
Ask any Cajun which bakery is their favorite, and you'll get a number of answers! A place called Gambinos is one of the oldest . . . I've had King Cakes from there . . . Dobosh too . . . I'd say they rate pretty high on my scale!
“Let the good times roll!”