Frog Legs. Chapter 634.
Overheard in New Orleans:
“This is grotesque.”
“This is New Orleans, dahlin’.”
I didn’t bother to look to learn what they were talking about. It could be anything. I overheard this on Canal Street, not at Angelo Brocato.
Did you know that Angelo Brocato opens at 10:00 AM? Zip-a-dee-doo-dah! It is a wonderful day.
There is no line at Angelo Brocato before noon. It is quite pleasant. You do not need to have ice cream. You can order a pastry and an espresso. I am partial to the Neapolitan.
Crisp leaves of pastry are layered between cream, topped with a white icing embossed with a ebony drizzle. The cake crackles when the fork is inserted. Every bite is the taste of a daydream.
After that, I went two blocks up North Carrollton Avenue. I went to Rouse’s, our local supermarket chain. Louisiana proud and Louisiana fresh. That is where I heard the person from Dudsville talk to the lady behind the seafood counter.
Did you know frog legs are on sale? They are $9.99 a pound.
Inflation, like interest, compounds on itself. Prices, on average, are 18% higher than they were two years ago. The price of fog legs is proof of it.