Twelfth Night, the Catholic Feast of the Epiphany, is the beginning of Carnival Season. It is now legal to eat King Cake, beads are back in fashion, and the first parades are tonight.
Days like today I fiercely miss the Crescent City (I’m in Cincinnati now).
The yearly ritual of sitting around trying to decide if it is too cold to walk up to St. Charles and catch the Phunny Phorty Phellows is one I cannot engage in. Outside my window is a vast array of snow covered scenery ( 6 inches tomorrow I hear). The debut of the new St Joan of Arc Krewe is one I will miss, and I even know the Queen!
Even so, ’tis cause for celebration. Carnival has begun. This year all of you who read or contribute to HumidCity have a mission: go out and have a few cocktails and some King Cake for me. I’ll be in for MOMs, Muses, and the Krewe of Chartreuse, until then the party is in your hands!
And by the way, all you iPhone users should know that Arthur Hardy’s Mardi Gras Guide is now an iPhone app!
-Loki- Founder, Curator, and New Orleans Ex-Pat
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You know, with just having surgery…the holidays…my kids birthday, I didn’t know that it was 12th Night. But yesterday my “carnival-adian” rhythms instilled in my a terrible yearning for King Cake. Now I know why…my internal, biological clock was telling me that carnival season had begun.
Yes, It’s snowing here in Ohio. We have our “own, very special” version of 40 Funny Fellows here in the corporate office…except, they aren’t funny…they are more annoying…and some of them aren’t fellows, but fellow-ettes. But you get the picture.
We do what we can.
I have a plethora of purple, green and yellow sugar sprinkles and I’m not afraid to use them to coat dense, wheat-based food products.
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