Friday, April 29, 2011


Stew = Spearmint (thus the green teeth)
Suzie = Black Cherry
Snoball Stand = Juju's in River Ridge

Small snoball = $1.25
Condensed milk = $.50 extra
Knowing that THREE people are enjoying a snoball in this photo = PRICELESS

Monday, April 25, 2011

Second Line

second line (n), is also the name of a "unique dance", performed to the beat of New Orleans’ traditional jazz…The second line's style of traditional dance, in which participants walk and sometimes twirl a parasol or handkerchief in the air, is called "second lining." It has been called "the quintessential New Orleans art form"…

It’s sometimes hard to describe the unique traditions that take place in New Orleans. It’s sometimes even harder to realize how truly special certain traditions are, because when you grow up doing them, they seem normal, routine. One of my earliest memories is sitting on the linoleum kitchen floor, singing “Mardi Gras Mambo” at the top of my lungs. I remember thinking that the whole world ate king cake, and woke up at the crack of dawn to stake out a good spot for Rex. When I finally realized this wasn’t the case, I felt sad for people in other cities, but at the same time really, really lucky it was the case for me. For me and my city.

One tradition that has always intrigued me is the Second Line. For New Orleanians, second lining is second nature. Nearly any time a group of people gets together, a second line can occur. Funerals. Weddings. Mardi Gras Balls. Impromptu Street Parades. Any occasion worth remembering is an occasion that justifies a good second line. As soon as the first few notes of the song are played, the anticipation is palpable. Excitement washes over you and immediately you jump to your feet, grinning from ear to ear. You grab a handkerchief or napkin, but it’s not for drying tears. It’s for waving jubilantly in the air. At funerals, second lining celebrates life. At weddings, it celebrates new beginnings. At Mardi Gras, it celebrates pride of being born in the greatest city on earth.

Perhaps that’s why it’s fitting that on Mardi Gras weekend this year, Stew and I took part in the most important second line of our lives...

...and we haven't stopped celebrating since.

Baby Stewzie: Due 11-13-11 !!!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Tis the Season


So, to kick of the 2011 snoball season, I took my brother Tim to my all-time fave Ro-bears. I had raspberry. He had orange. We kept it simple. And it was perfect. Ro-bears never disappoints.

This season I want to branch out; try some new places. So tell me...what's YOUR suggestion? Where to go? What flavor to try?

Happy snoballing,