Okay, no, it doesn’t.
But, in spirit it does. And Mardi Gras is at least a feast. So, feast away.
Mardi Gras, in N’Awlins anyway, has come to mean parades and beer and girls and beads and, above all else, indulgence and decadence.
And a lot of people. Imagine Aladdin’s Lamp, the itty bitty living space part. 10,000 of your closest friends you’ve never met crammed into an intersection. That’s about it.
You can get the flavor, pun intended, of Mardi Gras without the spilt beers, loud megaphones ordering you to repent or risk of being arrested with these recipes.
Yes, one is Polish. In Polish tradition, we might Laissez les bons temps rouler, but we also Paczki.
