Mardi Gras Hart Style

Due to the fact that the flu seems to keep a revolving door in our house this year, we were unable to make M's Mardi Gras party at school yesterday.  She could not quite grasp the fact that others would not appreciate a 6 yr & 3yr old with fevers, coughs, and runny noses regardless how cute they are.  So, I think why not bring the party to them.  I went out grabbed a few decorations, ingredients for some dirty rice,  and just like that we have a party.

First of all, I am not a big Cajun eater.  Those who know me well know that I have self diagnosed myself with IBS, or as I like to refer to it severe angry ass (Katie can attest to this), at any rate, I disregard the fact that there are crazy spices in this dirty rice recipe.  I mean, I want to stick with the New Orleans tradition so I just go with it.  I could not find a King Cake, so I made cornbread muffins and hid the baby in one of those (I am all about improvising).  All is great.  I go to get M & B for the festivities and she is fast asleep still running a fever, and B is excited for the beads I have spread out on the table.

After a few bites, Dave and I both are like holy hell this is spicy.  B on the other hand must have an iron stomach as he is downing it like he is being executed later in the night.  Thank God I made mac n cheese with this meal in the event the kids were not down with the Cajun flare.  I admit, I could not hang and ended up eating like a 5 yr old for dinner.  Mac n cheese and a cornbread muffin.  Which I should point out, I did not get the baby. 

Regardless of the fact that the kids were sick, and angry ass was the inevitable Mardi Gras in our house was a success.  B looked like a 21 yr old in New Orleans with all of the beads around his neck.

Now off to the doctor with M.....I am giving up illness and chocolate for lent.