The woman eyed me not with suspicion but with curiosity, or perhaps amusement.
We were at a grocery store. We were first looking for sausage at the same time, and then we were standing together in front of the shrimp.
“Are we here for the same reason?” she said. “Are you making jambalaya, too?”
Of course I was. It was Carnival. Mardi Gras was fast approaching (it’s Feb. 16).
Carnival, and especially Mardi Gras, are like a last fling, one final chance at debauchery — or at least gluttony and perhaps drunkenness — before the religious austerity and meditation of Lent.
Mardi Gras is celebrated around the world, but in America it is inextricably linked to New Orleans — despite the best efforts of Soulard. Even those of us who are less likely to partake of the general licentiousness look to New Orleans for inspiration in cooking Mardi Gras food.