I’m a breakfast guy, but even if I wasn’t, I would have to become one whenever I visit New Orleans. This definition of breakfast might be a stretch of the imagination for weight watchers, but counting calories in the Big Easy should be sacrilegious. The treats above are beignets, a slightly sweet deep-fried dough, smothered in powdered sugar. And that’s a cup of Cafe du Monde’s famous chicory coffee on the side. Wait, I’m definitely not a coffee guy, but I have to make an exception here. I’m not sure they have anything else on the menu at Cafe du Monde, by the way. Even if they do, just order the beignets and coffee with milk, and you’re all set. Then order another round and take a stroll around the French Quarter during those pretty a.m. hours before things get crazy to walk it off.
P.S. Just looking at this photo of the empty plate makes me regret not ordering more while I had the chance. If I didn’t just bake a batch of cookies tonight, still cooling on the rack, I’d probably feel even worse about it. Oh and by the way, I did once buy a batch of the mix and made beignets at home. I’m not a huge fan of deep frying, but they turned out great.