The prodigals return to NOLA- day one

After an eventful arrival and a few hours without our luggage, the Husband acquiesced and gave the control of our first day to me. Oh, the joy, the glee, the fabulousness of being in control! Hai, welcome to my bloggy-blog, I am a control freak as you shall learn when you stick around.

Yay, very-good-hubby!

Naturally, the first thing a gal wants when she returns to the Crescent City are beignets. And the bestest beignets come from Cafe du Monde. Naturally.

::ahem:: Blogspot, 'sup? Let me upload my peeectures, darn it. Grrrr...

Okay. Maybe we're back. Maybe we even have pictures.

We do! We do have pictures! Hurrah! Hello, Husband. Also, Cafe du Monde.
We skipped the line using an old trick I learned as a college student. The place was packed, as per usual, but I found a table for us right away. Good thing, too, because *someone* told me later that he was prepared to put his foot down if we had to wait in that line. But I won't say who.

Definitely not this guy. Nuh-uh. Look how happy he is with our wee plate of beignets and his orange juice. How can you not love that face?

And, speaking of happy... Cafe au lait: check. Hot beignets: check. Copious amounts of powdered sugar: check. Empty belly: not for long!

Verra happy Ashley-cita: check, checkity-check.

Next up in our series: the French Market, a silver guy and mas!

Wordless Wednesday

Take me back to New Orleans

It's true. After 3 and a half years (almost to the date, in fact), I, Ashley-cita, am returning to New Orleans.

So, what's on the menu, so to speak? You know, beyond much ewwwie-gooey-love stuff?

Saturday, I plan to drag the Husband all around the Quarter, starting with a healthy dose of powdered sugar and my much-missed chicory coffee.

Sunday, I'm looking forward to sleeeeeeeeping in, and maybe some crawfish and beer on Magazine Street.

Monday, the Husband has work to attend to (I'm just tagging along to play tourist on this trip. He actually has to work.), so I'm hope hope hoping that Miss Circe will have some time to visit with me. I'm also planning, if there's time, to meander around Uptown and get some photos of my old stomping grounds.

The Husband was a bit baffled by my way of planning for this trip. Basically, I started with an outline of all the things I wanted needed to eat-- things that have not crossed my lips in nearly four years-- and mapped a plan to hit as many of them as possible.

But really, that's the only way to do New Orleans... am I right?