One of our friends in the Drive-Away business is a self professed “Desert Rat” growing up in Arizona. During his military stint he was stationed near Slidell, Louisiana where he met the love of his life. A true “Southern” girl.
Ron and Judy lived in Louisiana for quite a bit of their 37 year marriage. Now they live in Tucson, Arizona where Ron grew up.
Our knowledge of food in Louisiana comes from Ron and Judy. we have not actually eaten the food, we have been told about it. Ron highly recommended a place along our route back to Opelousas known as Billies in Krotz Springs.
The house specialty is Boudin Balls and Cracklin.
Billies also make and sell the regular Boudin.
Joe, being the braver of the two of us and more willing to take gastronomic adventures decided to give Boudin a try.
One bite was all Joe could handle. The ball was not only heat hot it was Cajun spice hot. It was so hot Joe could not quench the burn on his tongue nor down his throat fast enough.
A message was left on Ron’s voicemail by Joe stating he (Joe) had no idea what he had done to Ron to piss him (Ron) off. Joe went on to exclaim the distress he was in from the Boudin and that he (Joe) would get even with him (Ron).
Ron called an hour later and both of them had a good laugh at the situation. Joe has declared that he has “done it once and won’t be doing it again” 🙂
Cracklin is consumed in this part of the world like…..well I don’t know what.
Cracklin is the skin and layers of fat on pork that is cut into chunks, rolled in a Cajun spice mixture then fried until all the fat has melted out leaving a crispy side where the fat was and a chewy side where the skin is.
Nearly every restaurant, dive, and convenience store advertise they have Louisiana’s best Boudin or Cracklin. There is more than enough to go around anytime out here.
We are nearly finished. One final load of two trucks in Opelousas going to Tunica. Both of us are tired and our differences show up in these times.
Joe has tunnel vision and his focus is getting the work done and on the road. I am being extra diligent because my routine is all messed up. Joe is getting ahead of himself in his haste to finish while I am trying to keep up then back tracking to do something that was missed or finish something that got started and left half done. We leave Walmart with me knowing something was forgotten.
You know what I mean? Leaving the house for a weekend or a vacation and you wonder if the stove was turned off or something equally bad.
We hope to be home Sunday. We will be there for a few days, maybe three, before we get back out to finish October.
I’m getting melancholy and want to be home. Joe is getting a bit anxious knowing my time is short and he is trying to cram as much in the last few weeks as he can.
I must apologize for my previous post and my whining. Every job has its share of drudgery and not all aspects are fun and enjoyable. We all get through the jobs one day at a time. No drama to heighten these past days and I fall apart.
So please forgive me.