Calas

Under this cry was sold by the ancient Creole women in the French Quarter of New Orleans a delicious Rice Cake, which was eaten with the morning cup of Cafe au Lait. The “Cala Woman” was a daily figure on the streets till within the last two or three years. She went on her rounds in quaint bandana tignon, and carried on her head a covered bowl, in which were the dainty and hot Calas. Her cry, Belle Cala! Tout Chaud! would penetrate the morning air, and the olden