Portrait of a Sunday (and a Monday Morning)

The rain was blowing sideways off the Mississippi River when we got in line to get into Cafe du Monde. I turned my red umbrella sideways to block it, and waited patiently with a dry head and a drenched grey skirt. The trick to sitting at a table in Cafe du Monde, you see, is…

Menu Mondays: Cafe du Monde

I have found myself, of late, pondering birthdays.  This is undoubtedly because my own is fast approaching, and will arrive in a whopping 10 days.  My emotions are mixed about this one, several-fold.  I will be turning 36.  This does not bother me on a daily basis, but occasionally I find that it completely squicks…