We’re approaching the end of our stay in southern Louisiana and are trying to stuff in as much as we can of the flavor of the area. Oh, wait, it’s all about the food…
A well known restaurant, The Cajun Table, specializes in Crawfish, and they have their own Crawfish farms a few miles out of town. The bugs are harvested at their peak size, generally from December to June, so we’re in luck. Sort of.
Donnas camera had a wide angle setting going, giving the impression that I had more brain power than the plate of Mudbugs in front of me. I’m obviously wondering what to do with 3 pounds of Crawfish cooked in a spicy garlic sauce. At least I wore the right shirt.
The crawfish, although a little intimidating to a newby, are actually delicious! Our server gave us a quick lesson on pinch, twist, tear and peel, and voila! A perfect little lobster tail! As we watched other patrons, we noticed that most sucked the “stuff” left inside the body after the tail was removed. Since it vaguely resembles over cooked cream of wheat, we elected not to practice our sucking skills. The servers all wore shirts with the company logo (a crawfish) and the phrase “Claws down, Tails up, That’s the way we like to suck”. Make of that what you wish and post it in the same file as the local hunting poster that declares “Shoot it, Stuff it, Marry it”. Sorry, no pictures of these masterpieces.
The sunsets here in Broussard have been spectacular!
This morning our local crane visited as he does about 9:30 each morning. We’ve taken to having coffee on the patio and playing ball with Sasha. She and the crane have developed a tolerant ignorance of each other.
The veranda is a cool, breezy spot to get relief from the heat.
A few miles south, in New Iberia, the plantation home of the Weeks family was a “town house” for the family whose 2,000 acre sugar cane plantation is farther south.
The last member of the family to reside here, known by his last name “Weeks-Hall”, was a gay painter who frequented New Orleans Jazz establishments. A variety of celebrities visited the home during his ownership, and many left their names and notes on an upstairs door.
The tour was conducted by Adam, whose passion for the home and family was evident throughout. He related names and dates with abandon, focusing a great deal on the relationships between the plantation owners and enslaved peoples.
After about an hour and a half tour, we walked the grounds as we left.
And there you have it! We have thoroughly enjoyed our time in Louisiana and are reluctant to leave, but duty calls…there is more southern cooking somewhere out there!
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