I wrote earlier about receiving pralines for my birthday from my New Orleans family. When I was growing up in Dallas, we went for Tex-Mex to El Chicos. At the check out counter, there were pralines wrapped in plastic. Daddy always bought me one and later I would buy one for myself. It’s where I learned to love pralines.
They were what came to me last week as “original”. Lots of nuts in a very thin sugar base that would melt in your mouth. There was always a little area that was just the sugar and I would save that for my last bite.
Last week, we went to our favorite Mexican food restaurant for lunch and I came home and had a praline!! Life is good.