re: TulaneLSU's Top 10 snoballs

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Peche

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I hope that’s a real thing and you didn’t misspell peaches because I will fight you if you think peaches are overrated.

Thank you for the update

you're gonna get rapped

Old Matthew's snowball stand.

Friend,

I took her recommendation, but I regret to inform you that the pizza was soggy. I tried the monthly special, a for mushroom pie. The mushrooms were overpowering and their juices ruined what would have been a fine wood fired crust. The staff were kind enough to allow me intimate looks at their oven, which I will share with you soon. I have around 30 top 10 lists from this trip to share.

Yours,
TulaneLSU

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New Orleans sure does like to steal things and claim them as their own.

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Erudition, wit, and style blended with a native son's deep affection for his city and her beloved concoction into a recipe worthy of its subject.

This should be published. And you need an agent and, perhaps, a sensitive and very light handed editor. Bravo.

Marvelous. Rivaling the late Richard Collins, New Orleans' Underground Gourmet, the New York City transplant who fell in love with our city, her manners, her people, and her cuisine. He wrote of her restaurants, her foods, and her cooking while teaching many of her first generation college students at then Louisiana State University New Orleans. Holding forth at The Liberal Arts Building overlooking Lake Pontchartrain, he lectured on the glories of Teddy Roosevelt and the efficacy of Big Stick diplomacy. Dr. Collins now has a worthy rival.

Sadly my provincial nature limited my appreciation of the broader geographic representation of the Crescent City's snoball elite. Some I've been to and some I haven't. Having said that, without malice-but maybe with a little prejudice-I believe Sal's has been short changed.

Sal's first sat in a parking lot near the tip of the arrowhead formed by Bonnabel Boulevard on the west, Metairie Road on its south, and Codifer Boulevard to the north. The parking lot was across Metairie Road from then Metairie Junior High School (go Yellow Jackets). You could leave the school's front gate, cross Metairie Road at the school crossing, and walk straight into the Frost Top (think cold pink lemonades after August football practice two-a-days). If you walked straight through the Frost Top and out the back door a little ways towards Codifer you'd be at Sal's. My parents introduced me as a very young child to Sal's and the wild, delightful ecstasy that is a Cherry snoball. Or Grape. Or Spearmint. Finally settling in my late teens on Strawberry with condensed milk I remain faithful to it to this day.

Whether Sal's has faded some over the years since moving to its current location I can't say. When I took my own children and sat on logs and stumps at its current location it had not fallen from its pedestal and Mrs. M. and I exalted in passing on to them the great pleasures of New Orleans's most convivial tradition which you've so ably and lovingly described.

Always a pleasure to read your submissions. Thank you for the effort. Well done.

Psalm 37:3-6

You’re slowly winning me over with some of these topics but I pray everyday that someone is able to rip you off before you’re going o cash in on your hard work.

Pretty sure the first snoball I can remember having was from Girard playground. I was partial to bubblegum in my youth, but have since become more of a grape man.