We expect a lot from our kids. We demand good behavior in church, kneeling up straight for evening prayers, and speaking up when saying the Rosary. We keep Lent (and Advent). We fast and abstain when the Pope says we’re sposta. And all that’s great. It’s its own reward yadda, yadda, yadda. But there’s another side to our Catholic faith — the fun stuff. And we do all that, too. Fat Tuesday is one of the most popular days of the year in our house.
Breakfast starts with our own version of a King Cake. I usually make my grandmother-in-law (is that a thing?)’s coffee cake recipe, but anything cake-y will do. The important part is that we hide a ring inside (just like we do for Epiphany).
|That’s the bottom of the cake with the ring showing.
We turn it over before cutting it.
Whoever gets the ring is King or Queen of Mardi Gras. That person (kid OR grownup) gets to decide all the little things of the day.
We make Mardi Gras masks to wear at dinner, then pretend we can’t recognize each other. There are plenty of cute craft kits
available, but I prefer to just use whatever I have lying about.
|From a GREAT tutorial at alphamom.|
For dinner, I make Shrimp Etoufee from a recipe given to me by an actual person from Louisiana. We eat it with cornbread while listening to French music.
|Does anyone want the recipe?
It’s pretty easy, especially if you use a food processor.
But all of that is just a prelude to after dinner, when we try to eat up all the treats in the house. First, I separate out hard candy and we donate that to the troops. Then, we have a go at the rest of the leftover candy from Halloween and Christmas, the frozen cake scraps and ice cream from the five family birthdays we have in fall and winter, the various open bags of cookies, all of it. The kids like to make crazy ice cream sundae concoctions, the details of which I will not share. Because they’re gross.
Then (hopefully) before we’re all sick, whatever we don’t eat gets fed to the chickens or tossed.
Finally, we watch The Princess and the Frog.
So, that’s what we’re doing. If you’re planning to do Lent, why not do Fat Tuesday too?
Laissez les bons temps rouler (Lazay Lay Bon Tom Roulay)
Let the good times roll!