We are in the throes of Mardi Gras season, which started officially on Jan. 6, the birthday of St. Joan of Arc, France’s patron saint. The date also celebrates the Feast of The Three Kings, the Epiphany. New Orleans kick starts its Carnival on this date each year with a parade, its first of the season. Merrymaking continues and culminates with the festivities this year on Feb. 17 - Mardi Gras, French for Fat Tuesday, aka Shrove Tuesday, the final day of Carnival.
“Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.” Who said that? Was it Smokey the Bear? Regardless, you don’t need smoke signals to know that there’s a barbecue happening. Follow your nose and it will lead you directly to the grill.
Within the span of one month, our neighborhood got two new residents. My family moved in just weeks before my next-door neighbor, Jeannette, did. Besides being a nice neighbor, Jeannette is a wonderful artist who shares her talents with many of us each week at art class. She’s a patient teacher and a gracious lady. I couldn’t have asked for a better neighbor, even if she were Mr. Rogers.
Has this winter made you grow as a person? Now that it’s spring, do you feel there is more of you to love? And are you not loving this development? Feel like the words pleasingly plump, zaftig and Rubenesque are getting a little too personally descriptive? Clearly, this is the season for big salads, not big buns. We needed some of those comforting winter carbs that gave us energy to shovel that snow, but spring and summer call for salads.