The universe certainly does work in mysterious ways. Not more than two or three days prior to, I was trolling the internet for a recipe to try my hand at (what should be) the world famous olive salad from Central Grocery in the French Quarter. The olive salad is legendary in New Orleans as it graces the most famous sandwich to come out of the Big Easy, the muffaletta....more
My belly sloshes, full of too many bright-red, sticky sweet hurricanes. Orange slices teetering on the edge of the glass and Maraschino cherries stabbed on a tiny plastic sword. Pat O’s serves them in a tall glass I get to take home with me. I save it and fill it with trinkets and Mardi Gras beads, a plastic flower from the St. Patrick’s Day parade last year.
Well, I did it. I got a tattoo. Sending a huge thanks to everyone who weighed in on whether I should get one or not in To Tattoo Or Not. It was icing on the cake. The experience was great, memorable, and painful. The pain was to be expected....more