I try to keep some of my favorite French traditions alive in this American life. Of course, we will flip crêpes on Mardi Gras, with a coin in our palm, to ensure prosperity in the year ahead. Mainly because, well, crêpes! Also, it's comforting to know that this tradition may continue on for years to come. If Fiona and Cyd have children of their own, I will be knocking on their door with my crêpe batter in hand, on the day of Mardi Gras. Mark my words.
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| The girls decided to get dressed up for the occasion. This included wearing eye shadow on their cheeks. |
We also celebrated the New Orleans way, with a King Cake. Because we are a multi-cultural family, that's why. Also, frosting, sprinkles and tiny plastic babies are involved.
The children blindly chose their piece of cake, hoping to get the one with the baby.
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| Cyd won. |
For dinner, I made roasted veggie and Gruyère grilled cheese sandwiches, because God knows we needed more carbs and grease to successfully top off this Fat Tuesday.
The ultimate comfort food.
In my defense, I ran 2.3 miles right before this meal, which cancelled out at least one bite of King Cake. Probably.
Peace out.
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