Of course I was looking for something else. But there they were, remnants of local parties with a Mardi Gras theme, and even better, souvenirs of trips to New Orleans. Coming across throws has an immediate effect – I want to get in the car and drive to New Orleans this morning, and barring that, I will get out into the kitchen and whip up a jambalaya (I keep tasso and andouille in the freezer) and wish I were in New Orleans. I love that town. Music, food, and art all coming together in one steamy vortex…hmmm. Yes.