I welcomed my 41st year of life today with open arms.
Last year at this time, I celebrated my 40th in New Orleans at Commander’s Palace, one of my absolute favorite places in the world to dine. After a brunch of hibiscus martinis and sugarcane syrup lacquered boudin stuffed quail, I spent the day with my husband at the casino and walking along Canal Street.
In pain. And miserable.
La Guerra de La Gorda 