For me and my family, we always enjoy the bit of celebration that signifies Mardi Gras, once again spent at home and not reveling in the streets.
But I have to reflect on Lent, loosely related to the Feast of Unleavened Bread observed by some cultures. The putting away of “sin”, physically portrayed in clearing out items from the home that represent foods we love, such as puffy breads (beignets?). Clearing out our minds of the things that are a wall between us and our higher authority, such as hatred, envy, contempt.
So as I prepare this indulgent meal for tonight, for Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday, I look to tomorrow and what I can do to become a better person. A better person to a higher authority? Maybe. To my family. Surely. But also to myself. To calm the unrest that I have found raging in my soul for the past few months.
So I believe tomorrow will be a good time to shut off the TV. Stop watching CNN, CBS, FOX, etc. Stop reading Quora. GREATLY limit my time on Facebook.
But for tonight I eat. And drink!
It’s all about the mise-en-place, ready to go.
I’m preparing an Etouffee, that Cajun and Creole dish simmered lovingly with the holy trinity of onions, celery, and bell pepper, or mirepoix, a slowly developed roux, and served over rice. It is often prepared with crawfish, but I had no time today to run an hour or so south to Catalina Offshore to acquire those muddy little crustaceans. So shrimp it is, and I chose cute little Argentinian red shrimp, which have a sweet lobster flavor.
Creole and Cajun dishes always involve slowly developing a roux, a blonde roux for tonight.
So tonight we revel. And eat. And drink. Tomorrow is for capturing the tortured soul and looking for calm. ‘Til next year, cheers! Laissez le bon temps rouler!
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