I think you can see where this diet post is heading. All you serious eaters were right. I should have never brought my scale on the road. Stepping on it Dallas was painful. But weighing myself in New Orleans, where I am now, was an exercise in self-flagellation. Plus, it put a real crimp in my normal New Orleans eating style, which is to map out each bite in the course of the day, six meals in all, eaten at three-hour intervals. So I limited myself to three meals a day in a city which truly offers a fantastic array of delicious things. As it turns out, you can still pack in plenty of good eating in three meals...
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I was raised in a small town in a rural part of North Louisiana. My mother and grandmother were both exceptional cooks, and my dad always said they could make boot leather taste good—that was high praise indeed. I'm only in my twenties, but it seems like such a long time ago that I tasted their wonderful, soulful food. To be honest, I wasn't sure I'd ever taste food like that again, but a recent meal at Mila brought it all back to me—and then some. Mila opened about a month ago in the Renaissance Pere Marquette Hotel in downtown New Orleans in the same space that formerly housed the now defunct Rene Bistro. Bridget was eager to visit Mila,...
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