mardi_gras_masks_crownsAs a Midwesterner, I have trouble celebrating Mardi Gras. It’s usually cold. It’s usually gray. And the voodoo around here just isn’t the same.

Sure, I honor the holiday with a batch of étouffée. I even go as far as accepting my father-in-law’s usual Sazerac offer, despite not yet developing a taste for this potent cocktail. Still, it never feels like I do the Carnival justice.

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