Cafe du Monde's beignets: how many ways can you say fabulous?
There are simply not enough words in the English language--même le Français--to describe how much I love beignets at Café du Monde in New Orleans. The crispy, pillowy goodness of fried dough, arriving in triplicates buried in a mound of tooth-achingly sweet powdered sugar, were just far too much for my senses to process. They caused a temporary bend in my space and time continuum, and before I knew it there were mere crumbs left on the plate where three, six, nine of those babies once were. Aided and abetted by the bottomless cup of sweetened, milky, nutty, chicory-infused New Orleans coffee, I couldn't resist but to ask--no, beg--for more.
Clearly I was not the only one enjoying these marvelous bites.
Plus a gaggle of school kids wating impatiently for their turn at the window.
The cafe sells beignet mix and even their specialty ground coffee so everyone could experience the magic at home. It's, of course, at once precisely the same thing and something else entirely.