Everyone has different memories of Mardi Gras. Given that my husband is a Louisiana-bred Tulane graduate, I try not to think about the kind of memories he has of celebrating Fat Tuesday ;-) For moi, Mardi Gras brings back two specific memories, both of them involving eggs and flour. The first one is a rather painful tradition amongst French teenagers that involves attacking each other with eggs and flour outside of their schools that day. I'm sure it all started innocently, but if you've ever gotten hit in the face by an egg (or more) you can understand why I am not a fan. I am, however, a big fan of the other French Mardi Gras tradition of using aforementioned eggs and flour to make ...
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