Gumbo, Gumbo, I've Got Gumbo on the Brain!

Last night I discovered two things: it takes a really long time to cool a gigantic cauldron of hot gumbo and that I am too old to sleep on the floor any more. Long story, but after waking up on a beautiful morning, surprisingly refreshed after five hours of fitful sleep under a table (at 1am I realized that I was not going to be done until at least 2am, and did not want to even think about walking to the bus, riding the bus, then walking through our little corner of the edge of the ghetto at that hour, so I wrote my review long hand and camped out under a table in the church hall), it feels really good to be home, to have taken a shower (I no longer smell of crab and onion, yipee!), and to know that when we go back to the church, there will be two giant pots of yummy gumbo awaiting my finishing touches!

Once again, if you are in the Bay Area, don't miss out! On Vallejo Ave, between Grant and Columbus. The best Mardi Gras party in town (and, yes, we know that we are two days early, but it works best for us to do it on Sundays).