One of the great things about New Orleans is how nicely the city has promoted tourism interests to remain neatly tucked away from the rest of the city.\u00c2\u00a0 Bourbon Street, as I’ve been told, was created to keep tourists out of the rest of the city and as far as my experience has shown, it’s done a fantastic job.\u00c2\u00a0 In general, the frat boys, the wanna-be-frat-boys, the remembering-the-days-of-being-a-frat-boy, and the associated hangers-on stay in a few blocks within the French Quarter and leave the rest of us alone.<\/p>\n
But occasionally we get a visitor who wants to get New Orleans.\u00c2\u00a0 And man, oh man.\u00c2\u00a0 Showing someone from another part of our lives just why we live here?\u00c2\u00a0 This is one of our favorite things in the world.\u00c2\u00a0 The only thing better than that Reconcile Bananas Foster Bread Pudding is having someone new to share it with.<\/p>\n
We were thrilled to share these past five days with a good friend of mine from college — a guy who gave me my most lasting nickname (Hosh), studied with me in Switzerland and Italy, and who I hadn’t seen in more than a decade.\u00c2\u00a0 We went out, hung out at the pool, hung out in the park, played with the kids, ate good food, explored random parts of the city, and just generally enjoyed the awesomeness of having someone so open and positive about all the things we love about our home.<\/p>\n
On Saturday afternoon, Jeb and I, along with a friend of his who had recently moved to the area, went to Commander’s Palace for the Jazz Brunch<\/a>.\u00c2\u00a0 Commander’s Palace<\/a> is the long-standing launching pad of culinary royalty; Paul Prudhomme and Emeril Lagasse are among its dignitaries.\u00c2\u00a0 While there, enjoying the music and company and food and all that comes with it, I mentioned the odd fact that every time Paul has eaten at Commander’s, he’s been ill within 24 hours.\u00c2\u00a0 No, it is never because of the food… just really bad timing.\u00c2\u00a0 Paul enjoys a completely fantastic meal and four hours later it’s floating down the Mississippi.\u00c2\u00a0 Bad timing.<\/p>\n Of course I had to tempt the fates by telling Jeb all about it.<\/p>\n The next morning, we didn’t hear from Jeb.\u00c2\u00a0 We thought maybe he’d gone jogging in Audubon Park, or perhaps needed some extra sleep to compensate for late night music at Les Bon Temps.\u00c2\u00a0 So we went blueberry picking in Mississippi in the morning.\u00c2\u00a0 On the way back, we spoke to him for the first time that day: it had been a rough night.<\/p>\n No, it wasn’t the food.\u00c2\u00a0 It was just bad timing.<\/p>\n And completely my fault.<\/p>\n Thankfully, he bounced back in the afternoon and enjoyed the rest of the blissful weekend.\u00c2\u00a0 Then Sunday night, last night, the fates rolled over to Kate.<\/p>\n She had eaten her body weight in blueberries at the farm so we expected a certain amount of tummy disturbance.\u00c2\u00a0 But it wasn’t until 3 am that the disturbances truly made their intentions clear.<\/p>\n Yikes.<\/p>\n The weekend then was like any other time in New Orleans — incredible highs and miserable lows.\u00c2\u00a0 We accept both and appreciate the need of each.\u00c2\u00a0 It is just that sometimes, we’re surprised at just how they materialize.\u00c2\u00a0 And in Kate’s case, the incredible monochromatic palate that results.<\/p>\n