Sometimes it’s nice to stay home and take your vacation there.  And it’s even nicer when you get to stay and call the Monteleone your home for the weekend.

My mom came in for a short visit; she might have stayed back in Texas had she known all the non-stop fun we were going to have.


As soon as she landed, I took her to see the house we just finished remodeling.  She “oohhhed” and “aahhed” and that was the only productive thing we did all weekend.  After that we checked in and the weekend became a blur of cocktails and restaurants.

monteleone christmas

{Monteleone lobby}

We twirled around the Carousel Bar, had Gin Fizzes at the Sazerac (I actually had two because my mom did not care for hers), oysters at Cafe Amelie and Pimms at The Columns.

french quarter

We wandered the French Quarter, stopped in Lafitte’s (the oldest bar in America, not to mention where someone is now the proud new owner of my credit card), went to the open air French Market along with more general touristy shenanigans.

And in the end as much as I hated to see her go, my liver needed a much deserved break and I was ready to get out of the French Quarter.

A little bit of that place goes a looong way.

the new year in moderation…

new years goalsI’ve never been one for New Year’s resolutions mainly because I’ve never been to maintain them.  Also, I’ve usually opted for lofty goals which by January 5th have been thrown to the wayside.

I read in a magazine around the holidays, all people need to focus on in the new year is “eat better, exercise more and sleep more.”  I like it.  Simple and attainable.

Last night I slept well.  This morning I went running.  I’m currently drinking a smoothie with kale in it.

But, importantly, all things in moderation because this afternoon my mom comes in town and it will be time for cocktails in the garden district.

Like I said, moderation.


vintage cocktails and long evenings…

Trips back home to Texas usually involve a cocktail or two (four).


I come from a family of cocktail drinkers.  And wine drinkers.  So I could reduce my first sentence down to just ‘I come from a family of drinkers’ but that sounds slightly dysfunctional so I’ll stick with the original assessment of cocktail drinkers.

I remember going to my grandparents house where we would have cocktail hour(s) before dinner and when cocktail hour(s) was up, my grandmother would stand up (with her Manhattan in hand) and say “ok, I’ll go start dinner”.  Two hours later we would finally eat. They were long evenings.  That usually ended with glasses of port and sherry. Like I said, looong evenings.

imageBut all this led to my appreciation of all things cocktail related.  My sterling silver Jefferson cups, that I religiously serve mint juleps in every summer, came from my father’s grandparents.  My handmade lace napkins that I shove in everyone’s hand when they get a drink to which they promptly put back down on various surfaces around my house came from my mother’s grandmother.

So while drinking cocktails is fun (rarely is it not but we’ve all been to that one cocktail party that went south fast) sometimes it’s the memories that add to the evening.

Last night my evening began with GinGin Mules from my favorite cocktail book and ended with friends (and a bottle of Voigner).

So…now where to watch the saints game at noon.  But most importantly, what to drink?


parties parties parties…

IMG_0425Since it’s getting close to the holidays, as I mentioned below I’ve already started Christmas shopping for myself (I need to be put in Christmas jail), I’m hosting my obligatory trunk show.

Jewels as far as the eye can see.  And wine…


Fall Cocktails…

This morning I woke up to a bit of a “cold front” (it’s currently 8am and 70 degrees) and it’s gotten me in the mood for fall.  Think sweaters, cashmere knit over the knee socks and, of course, cocktails.  All of my favorite fall things…

When we moved from Texas to Louisiana I had thought (hoped) the 9 or 10 bottles of Maker’s we have acquired over the years might stay behind.  They did not.  Our bar cabinets look like a distillery.

 apple bourbon bellini

{apple bourbon bellini}

So this time last year, to deplete our bourbon stash, I found recipes for homemade cider.  This year it’s a take on a bellini, which is  personal fave of mine.

Last week The Boyfriend and I went to breakfast at Fleur-di-lis Cafe on Chartres and had early morning peach bellinis.  I’ve been googling bellini recipes and came across this recipe on pinterest (obviously).

Cocktail night!

  • puree apple and squeeze of lemon
  • add a drop into a champagne flute, add apple bourbon (I’m using some Maker’s, I have got to get rid of this stuff)
  • top with prosecco

   Voila.  Fall cocktails.