The great thing about living in Louisiana is the food.
I know there are plenty of places that you can get 'authentic Cajun food.' But let me tell you, nothing compares to food cooked by a real Louisianan. Gumbo, étouffée, shrimp creole, you can't get the real stuff anywhere else.
I have a big family and we like to cook. Tonight's menu was typical fare for a Good Friday. Boiled crawfish with deer sausage, corn and potatoes, fried catfish, fries, hushpuppies and fried onions... and of course beer. A girl could seriously make herself sick on all of that.
I’ll be honest, I ate more than my share. There was just so much there and I couldn't let it all go to waste (I guess it'll have to go to my waist instead). Now, I am thinking I might have over done it. I don't think I will have to eat again until Sunday, and then I will probably binge on Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs. But let’s get back to the crawfish boil.
The thing is, I like my crawfish to have a little bit of a bite so not only do I want them cooked with a double dose of crab boil, I like to have a pile of Tony Chachere's to dip my crawfish tails in. It works out for us because not everyone likes 'em as spicy as I do. Tonight's crawfish were good; they weren't superhot—they didn't burn the skin off of my fingers or set my lips on fire or anything—but with a little Tony's they were definitely tasty.
Wonder if there’s still some left… Can someone go get the Tony’s?
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