I visited New Orleans a few weeks ago, lured by the promise of food, drinks, and more food. As soon as all the lodging logistics were taken cared of, J-me and I made a beeline for Café du Monde, in search of fried dough buried in sugar.
Greed overtook rationality again as we ordered 2 orders of beignets and café au laits. New Orleans is famous for its café au lait spiked with chicory. It was good and hit the spot, but I prefer an Italian café au lait more.
Mountain of beignets and cafe au lait
But the beignets, oh man, the beignets. They were hot, crispy on the outside, light and fluffy on the inside. The mound of snowy sugar they are buried under seemed daunting at first, but really wasn’t super sweet, just super messy – getting all over my hair, clothes, wherever the wind blew. No matter, just eat faster.
Hot fried stuff is the best, especially those fried so well that they trick you into thinking you’re not ingesting any oil. They look so innocent! And light! And not greasy! Until you almost finish all three donut sized beignets and kind of want to die.
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