The Honest Courtesan

You’d think after doing this blog for more than 13 years that I would remember to take pictures of noteworthy things for my diary columns, but noooope.  It’s not that I’m getting forgetful in my old age; I’ve always been bad about taking pictures.  Well, not bad exactly; it’s just that when I’m doing stuff I generally think about what I’m doing rather than about documenting what I’m doing.  So even though I made gumbo and potato salad and king cake on Friday (because I need to do it at least once in a carnival season), nary a photo did I take.  The cake was gone by Sunday night, and while there’s still leftover gumbo (because my sister’s recipe makes a big pot), cold leftover gumbo in a covered bowl in the fridge does not make a very good picture.  Nor does leftover potato salad, king cake crumbs, or an empty pot.  And it would just be silly to put a picture of something completely unrelated here.  So I’m going to re-use this picture of the last of the gumbo I made two years ago at this time, when I also forgot to take pictures until it was basically too late.  Well, at least I’m consistent.