As the Super Bowl gets underway, I am reminded of a moment which occurred three weeks ago on my solo trip to New Orleans. I fell in love with the city the moment I stepped off the plane, and was thrilled to meet up with my brother, sister-in-law and mom (and baby Caia!). My foodie sister-in-law insisted that one of our first stops be at the famous Cafe Du Monde for French pastries. She warned me ahead of time that they do not sell tea (I am a snobbish tea drinker and do not drink coffee) but that the hot chocolate was excellent.
So off we went. The place is open 24 hours and is always jammed. We got an order to go, and as sister-in-law handed me a beignet I exclaimed "Oh! It's a zeppole! Like the ones we used to get at Pizza Town!" She looked horrified, while my brother laughed.
Raise your hand if you grew up in Brooklyn, Queens or Staten Island and know what a zeppole is.
Let's Go Saints!
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