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Disclaimer: For all my friends (especially my best friend Brandi- MISS YOU NEW NEW!!) who are not in NOLA because you’re out doing big things in the world, this may make you homesick. I apologize in advance ūüė¶

This year marks my 23rd Mardi Gras. I’ve caught millions of beads, ate countless pieces of Popeyes chicken, drank tons of liquor, danced to “Casanova” more times than I can count and enjoyed every second of it. NOLA is home to me. I refuse to call any other hellish place home. Even when I had to change my cell phone number to an 832 area code (I liked to die at that moment. Thanks Katrina -_-), 504 remained etched in my heart.

This year is a special Mardi Gras. The city is on fire with the Super Bowl (BEYONCE) coming to town smack dab in the middle of Mardi Gras.

Enough said.

Enough said.

On my way home tonight, as I drove out the city back home, the Soul Rebels’s song “504” came on my iTunes shuffle and I was once again reminded just how much I love this damn city. I’m also reminded of the time when I didn’t think I’d be able to come home. Something in me was determined to come back home. And look at gawd, I’m here.

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I bet you’re wondering what this has to do with meals. Well, it’s got everything to do with meals. We schedule everything in this city around two things: food and music. If you ever get the chance to eat with a group of NOLA citizens, you will notice we talk about other meals while eating one meal. It’s a pretty remarkable thing to witness. We twerk as much as we eat, that’s how us real NOLA girls just seem to always be so fly. Food is made with love. We live to eat, not the other way around.

I haven’t even gotten to our fascination with liquor. I had my first drink when I was 7. Deal with it. We are the home of drive thru daiquiri shops, go cups (I hate going places outside of NOLA for this reason. How DARE you infringe on my NOLA rights to bring my drink outside? GTFOH), oversized drinks and anything else you can think about related to liquor. We even cook with our damn liquor.

Don’t get me wrong, New Orleans has its crappy moments. In fact, some days I speak about it as if I hate this place. But I dare you to talk sh** about my city.

In honor of Mardi Gras, the Super Bowl (BEYONCE, again) and all that my city is, here are some photos of my favorite NOLA moments and my favorite NOLA bred meals.

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504ever.Mardi Gras morning.

Mardi Gras morning.
Crawfish monica

Crawfish Monica

Crawfish that didn't realize they were about to meet their maker.

Crawfish that didn’t realize they were about to meet their maker.

Me doing what I do best. Second-lining at my graduation parties with the prettiest Indians on this side of the Mississippi

Me doing what I do best. Second-lining at my graduation parties with the prettiest Indians on this side of the Mississippi

Mango freeze face

Mango freeze face

Three NOLA girls enjoying a sno-ball by the river.

Three NOLA girls enjoying a sno-ball by the river.

Get this in your life...NOW.

Get this in your life…NOW.

Because a NOLA girl can never have too many choices: hot sausage po-boy and a shrimp po-boy.

Because a NOLA girl can never have too many choices: hot sausage po-boy and a shrimp po-boy.

Chinese Kitchen. A NOLA original.

Chinese Kitchen. A NOLA original.

Ain't there no mo. Another NOLA original.

Ain’t there no mo. Another NOLA original.

Beignets from heaven.

Beignets from heaven.

The Queen of NOLA Cuisine, Leah Chase

The Queen of NOLA Cuisine, Leah Chase

My cups are usually bigger than this.

My cups are usually bigger than this.

Rules of nature.

Rules of nature.

Share your favorite NOLA moments in the comment section and I might buy you a drink during Mardi Gras!

Angie Bae Bae

Friends Don’t Let Friends Go Hungry

Being a working girl is hard work. Between working 40 hours a week, trying to maintain somewhat of an active social life and remaining fabulous at the same time, I don’t know how we do it. And on top of all of that…we still have to eat. That’s where awesome friends come in.

Shandy, better known as Martha Stewart, Jr., decided this week she would cook dinner every night. And me, being the charming girl that I am, propositioned her to send me over a meal and I’ll write about it for the blog. I’m sure that was unethical on some journalistic level, but who cares? It’s my blog and I was hungry. ::flips hair and rolls eyes::

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She happily agreed and on Tuesday morning, before she headed to work, Shandy was parked outside my office building with a container of the best lasagna ever. I did a dance on Prytania that rivals that of a drunk girl at Mardi Gras.

Lasagna by Shandy

Lasagna by Shandy

As soon as 3 p.m. came (yes, I’m guilty of taking really late lunches) I ate my lasagna made with love and I scraped the bowl. It was a perfect combination of cheese, seasoning, meat sauce and lasagna noodles. I didn’t think I’d be able to finish the whole thing but by the time 4 p.m. came, the bowl was empty and the Itis had hit me.

Then Thursday came around. And it was time for the winter premiere of Scandal. If you haven’t watched Scandal, I need you to do better…ASAP.

Olivia Pope, the supreme BAMF.

Olivia Pope, the supreme BAMF of Scandal.

Shandy sends a mass text talking about a watch party and she’s cooking and I was all over that. Like, I get a free meal AND I get to watch Scandal with my peeps? What did I do to deserve so much love?! I packed up my car with a big bottle of Bailey’s and my appetite and took that journey to the Wank. Little did I know, I would be the victim of something deliciously evil. Shandy cooked shrimp and grits (which I didn’t get to try, drats!!) and fish tacos with remoulade sauce (a recipe I sent her within 2 minutes of asking for it from Pinterest). We started off dinner with some champagne and you know my lush self was in heaven! Just in time for Grey’s to end and Scandal to begin, we fixed our plates and in that one bite, I found heaven. The fish was tender and fresh, and the remoulade sauce was tangy enough to complement the fish! It pays to have friends who love to cook!!!!!

We ate and drank well Thursday night, and really, that’s what really counts. Friends helping friends find joy.

Fish tacos!

Fish tacos!

 

Hungry, happy friends!

Hungry, happy friends!

 

Chef Briscoe tearing it down!

Chef Briscoe tearing it down!

 

I don't want to hear how awesome your friends are. My friends win the award for Friends of the Century.

I don’t want to hear how awesome your friends are. My friends win the award for Friends of the Century.

 

Cheers,

Angie

My Mama + an iPhone = A Very Brief Post

First things first, I hope everyone ate well today.

So, my mom went to a luncheon yesterday in celebration of her sorority’s Founders’ Day and texted me this photo.

1. My mom just got into the whole “texting” thing. I sent her an emoji last week and I thought she would freak out. She didn’t.

2. The picture she took was actually pretty good. Guess helping her get that upgrade came in handy.

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Now, what is this, you ask? Well, when she sent it to me, she simply said “for your blog.” No description, no comment on whether or not is was good. And you know what, I was OK with that. My mom thought of me and snapped this pic of this delish looking dessert from the Hyatt Regency.

When she got home, I asked her what it was. She lowered her eyebrows and gave me a poo-stanky face.

Apparently, it was bread pudding with a caramel sauce, a dollop of whipped cream and a chocolate stick. In her opinion, the bread pudding was too hard and that is just a sin to her (and to me.) But she loved the caramel sauce and the chocolate, of course.

So, there you have it. A food review from Mama Meals with Angie.

Get into it.

-Angie

Alcohol Will Be Consumed: Angie Takes Upstate NY

Happy New Year mes amis! I hope you all had a thrilling and exciting time ringing in 2013! This will probably be the longest post I’ll write only because it’s a special post dedicated to my trip to Ithaca, Syracuse and then New York City this past weekend!

This trip included lots of food, drinks, snow, laughs, cuss words, walking, driving, skating and smiling. I tell you, it’s a delight to be a young woman in my 20s…an unmarried, childless young woman in my 20s. I can get up and travel where I want, when I want and not have to wait for anyone to do it with me. Luckily, my friends are just like me. Traveling ladies and gents living fearlessly.

It all started with snow. We woke up Saturday morning to snow falling in Ithaca and I immediately felt the urge to make a snowman, throw snowballs or just roll in the snow (without getting my hair messed up, which is a true act of talent.) Instead, Whitney made a snow angel and we walked to the grocery store down the street for some breakfast goodies! Our chef for the morning was Chef Whitney Evans who tore it down in the kitchen!

Whitney braving the snow and making a snow angel!

Whitney braving the snow and making a snow angel!

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Boy Briscoe enjoying his breakfast: toast bread with jelly, bacon, grits, eggs, strawberries and bananas!

The chef!

The chef!

After breakfast, we decided to do something black people never do…ICE SKATING. And baby when I tell you, that’s one thing that I’ll cross off my bucket list. I haven’t put on a pair of skates in like 15 years and it totally showed. I scooted around the rink while this small girl, who had to be at least 4, skirted around like a Olympic champion. It was a moment of shame but I redeemed myself…by just making it to the other side, maw. With the help of my bestie, I made it! It was fun while it lasted!

My grandmother made this hat/scarf set for me 5 years ago and I still wear them!

My grandmother made this hat/scarf set for me 5 years ago and I still wear them!

Shandy giggling pre-ice skating!

Shandy giggling pre-ice skating!

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Friends don’t let friends ice skate like a fool alone.

Aren't we just a delight to see in the snow?!

Aren’t we just a delight to see in the snow?!

Then it was off to Syracuse, NY to pick up Steffon. But before we took that journey, we stopped at Burger King because we just couldn’t decide on anything else to eat. Of course, I took this opportunity to steal a BK crown and make everyone wear it. We ate struggle chicken tenders (i mean, c’mon, it’s Burger King but damn! They were full of struggle!) and delightful onion rings and let a fancy drink machine make us feel like we didn’t have college degrees. We also watched Sherard get really excited about “trap music.” Very interesting stuff.

Sherard, when the trap music beat dropped. It was a sight to see, y'all.

Sherard, when the trap music beat dropped. It was a sight to see, y’all.

King Briscoe.

King Briscoe.

Queen Briscoe.

Queen Briscoe.

Queen Evans

Queen Evans

Then the fun started. We got back from Syracuse with my friend Steffon in tow and indulged in a game of Pitty Pat and Lime-A-Ritas, which are quite delightful despite being a malt liquor of some sort.

Lime-a-Ritas!

Lime-a-Ritas!

The next day we got on the road to NYC! It was a 4 hour drive in the snow, and then we¬†accidentally¬† but purposely drove to Pennsylvania. It was a bit scary seeing the “Welcome to Pennsylvania” sign after the snow cleared. But Siri got us to NYC safe and sound, just in time for brunch! Jess, my favorite fly girl from NOLA who lives in NYC now, took us to this amazing brunch restaurant called Harlem Tavern and it was so good, we went twice in two days! The spot was a bit loud, but that could be because there were 3 different football games playing on the big screens and lots of kids and chatty Yankees (sorry, I had to). The food was absolutely amazing! Whitney and I got the turkey burger and despite the fact that I never really eat turkey burgers, I really enjoyed it! It was topped with¬†gruyere, BBQ sauce and turkey bacon (which didn’t have that weird spongy taste turkey bacon tends to struggle with). Jess ordered the cornflake crusted french toast, Shandy got the hot wings (which she described as PERFECTION!), Boy Briscoe has the eggs benedict and he looked sad when he saw my burger LOL. Steffon got the lamb burger and wanted to let you all know that he really enjoyed it! ¬†The best two parts of this dining experience: the mason jar filled with a Shirley Temple and cheering loudly when the Saints scored a touchdown!

The men at work!

The men at work!

That scary moment when we leave the state of NY and didn't plan on it...

That scary moment when we leave the state of NY and didn’t plan on it…

Our hotel in Harlem! (hello gentrification :(  )

Our hotel in Harlem! (hello gentrification ūüė¶ )

Mason Jar!

Mason Jar!

Cool kids part 1

Cool kids part 1

Cool kids part 2

Cool kids part 2

Harlem Tavern!

Harlem Tavern!

Mimosas!

Mimosas!

Jess's french toast

Jess’s french toast

Sherard's eggs Benedict!

My burger throwing shade at Sherard’s Eggs Benedict!

Shandy's hot mama wings!

Shandy’s hot mama wings!

These two were the money crew. I mean, they were over there dividing and adding and alla dat.

These two were the money crew. I mean, they were over there dividing and adding and alla dat.

That night, the boys were jealous that we were invited to dinner by one of Whitney’s friends from back home! We went to an Italian restaurant a few blocks from our hotel called Lido and it was just like one of those spots from the movies! Shandy, Whit and I ordered dessert (we were still super full from brunch!) and Jess and Aulston (Whit’s friend who was once featured as Essence’s Single Man of the Month!!) ordered the lasagna. I got the crepes filled with a salted caramel and rum custard. OH MY LAWD.

It was amazing.

Just…peep the photos and you’ll see.

The magical crepes!

The magical crepes!

Goat cheese and beet salad!

Goat cheese and beet salad with mandarin oranges!

Gelato face!

Gelato face!

Lasagna!

Lasagna!

Finally…congrats! You’ve made it to last (almost last) mention of food on the trip!

On New Year’s Eve, we headed to Hell’s Kitchen to a popular Italian family spot (shout out to Yelp for the help!) called Mercato. This place looked like a location where big deals go down. Totally 40s gangster chic. I avoided ordering a glass of wine because I knew there was a bottle of Prosecco waiting for me back at the hotel. But instead, I ordered the lasagna and stole some of Whit’s¬†saut√©ed¬†spinach (fabulous!) Down the table, a burger was ordered, more lasagna, ravioli and meatballs and¬†gnocchi and meat sauce. Overall, this restaurant got nothing but thumbs up from the crew!

More lasagna! You can never have enough lasagna!

More lasagna! You can never have enough lasagna!

The perfect spinach!

The perfect spinach!

Gnocchi and meat sauce!

Gnocchi and meat sauce!

WINE GALOE!!!

WINE GALOE!!!

**Another important meal I forgot to mention earlier, which really shouldn’t be considered a meal, just happens to be the small pack of Biscoff cookies the flight attendant headed to Detroit gave us. Baby when I tell you, I got my life with those cookies.

Finally, our NYE celebrations got started after Shandy declared our plans for the evening in a strong voice:

“Alcohol will be consumed.”

May 2013 bring you lots of love, fun and fabulous food!

-Angie