Over the past few months, my girlfriend has introduced my Okie palette to her home state Louisianian foodstuffs in the best way possible, from touring down-home Cajun dives to devouring half-baked crawfish vigils.
All I can say is, “Ooooooowwweee! That’s some good stuff!”
Having grown up the cradle of the Big Easy for many, many years – and a pretty good cook in her own right – you better believe my mouth began to water this week when she said she wanted to make some down-home gumbo – the Louisiana nectar of the Gods.