Crispy, crunchy, spicy and delicious whether it’s hot out of the fryer or cold from being stored in your portable ice chest, everyone remembers the tasty, waiting-for-the-parades-to-roll treat that can only be Popeye’s fried chicken. Now you’re older and wiser, but you still have staked a place on the route […]
Pining for Press Street Station
In addition to a two-bedroom in the French Quarter (renting for $950 no less!), one of the first apartments I looked at was in Bywater. It was a gigantic half of a double with two bedrooms, high ceilings, transoms, hardwood floors and a built-in bookcase in the parlor going for […]
It’s OK, eat the whole bag. Love, Cookie
Unless I’m overcome with a nostalgic craving for Double-Stuf Oreos and ice-cold milk, most store-bought cookies are just not worth the calories they cost. Not that I’m watching my figure (it’s pretty much the same … fat), but I estimate that if you’re going to gorge yourself on sweets, why […]
House of the week: Double on Scott Street
All I want for Christmas is a house of my own. Do you think this year you’ll swing it Santa, help me get a loan? As much as I love to rhyme, I’m sure you’ll find it lame. This is a blog, after all, and not a reindeer game!
Livin’ easy at The Big Cheezy
When you dine out regularly, it can be a relief to go to a casual restaurant where you don’t have to be concerned about whether or not your food will taste good, or even worse, if you’ll be able to afford it. I’m sure you all can relate to restaurant […]
Winter Padding
While snow isn’t something we normally expect in New Orleans, it can still get a might bit chilly down here in the Deep South during the winter time. Anyone who’s shivered through several layers of clothing while reaching out numbed hands for cold plastic beads during Krewe du Vieux can […]
House of the week: Cottage on Eliza Street
When I found today’s house, Judy Garland’s voice reverberated through my brain singing “A Cottage for Sale.” Though I’m not mourning a failed relationship per se, I am mourning a love unrequited because I know that this adorable little abode and I will never be together (cue a deep sigh).
Hanging out in The Backyard
In general, I am not a huge fan of kids. While I realize people have all kinds of arguments to refute this particular point of view, nothing has been said or done to change my mind. Kids are invariably messy, selfish, smelly, sticky, noisy, irritable, ornery, time-consuming, aggravating, angsty little money […]
Eat all the pie at District Hand Pie & Coffee Bar
Often I joke about ordering the entire menu at a restaurant, but once I actually did. A few months back when John and I were starving in our food-less apartment (we desperately needed to go grocery shopping), we decided to eat first in order to avoid buying everything in the store. After […]
House of the week: Privacy on Patton St.
Agree or don’t agree, but I believe there’s a certain level of badassery going on when you can hide a 3,000 sq. ft. home so completely that the entrance appears to be part of your neighbor’s property. I discovered this super cool, My Secret Garden-ish abode today during my usual online […]
Ghoulishly gourmet dinner at Kingfish
A few years back I wrote a gruesome food piece in Where Y’at Magazine dubbed “Eat it! I dare you.” for Halloween. I featured dishes that might not be so daring for the seasoned gourmand, but for the average diner might have required a bit of derring-do. After all, items […]
Building my sci-fi, utopian food court: Kebab
Sometimes, this eternally hungry fat girl wonders what it would be like to have her own, personalized food court. I could stand in the center, whirl around with my eyes closed, my arm outstretched like a pointer on the Wheel of Fortune, and slowly tick-tick-tick to a stop, anxious and […]
House of the week: Shotgun on 6th Street
No matter how hard I try to steer my focus away from house-hunting, there will always be those stray moments when I find myself drawn to a Curbed post or catching myself before I click on realtor.com in my bookmarks. Today I had one of these moments only to find, yet […]