On the one hand, I wouldn't dream of getting all militant about "only people from N'awlins know how to do jambalaya right", because I'm from New England and make jambalaya so good that it gives an expatriate friend of mine nostalgia flashbacks. (Interesting dude. Started in Loyola, then after a couple years dropped out and was making his living as a pool shark somewhere on Bourbon Street before packing that in and moving north.) Besides, that kind of "only [x] can do [y] properly" talk is just ass-y.

But on the other hand -- potatoes and radishes is instinctively making me recoil and think "do. not. want."


(Oh -- and Cake Wrecks is wrong about how the person who gets the baby in the King Cake has to host a party next year. They just have to host the next party that same year. King Cake parties are sort of a high-carb festive way of playing "Hot Potato.")