We almost never eat white bread in our house, so when we traveled to New Orleans last February, we treated ourselves to Parker House rolls at Cochon Butcher. When they arrived dripping in butter, we reminded each other that we were making an exception to our “whole grains only” rule because it was a special occasion. The experience reminded us that rare exceptions to daily rules can make wonderful memories and, indeed, I’m still smiling about those rolls a year later.
Blackening spices were once so trendy that some restaurants seemed to be blackening everything from the bread to the ice cream. In quiet protest, I stopped blackening anything. A recent trip to New Orleans, however, taught me that giving up something I love just because everyone else loves it too can only be described as self-destructive. I don’t even have to promise myself that it won’t happen again. I know it won’t.