The drive east into Louisiana was a welcome sight for sore eyes. The green, rolling hills… the forests of trees, the swamps…
Yes, I think they are gorgeous. Always have. My children had never seen a swamp in real life. My son had seen them only in the series “Swamp People” which I have (of course) never seen. We also saw opossum, armadillo (I saw a live one!), cranes and many, many crows. We are now, very much, in the south.
We stopped in Shreveport for lunch with a fellow and his wife that we met at Porcfest. He calls himself “Thunder” Dave and his cooking is to die for! He gave us each a bowl of his award winning soup and showed us how to dig for crawfish in the mud. He also explained how to tell a healthy tree from a diseased one and showed us around his garden. His wife was the source of wonderful entertainment while he cooked. The hospitality was southern to its finest.
I really hope they come open a southern soups and sandwiches shop in New Hampshire. Please encourage them to do so if you go to Porcfest this summer!
Even though we spent nearly as much time on the road today as we did driving across Texas, it didn’t feel half as tedious. The view was spectacular and the people were warm. We had crawfish in Lafayette with my cousins. My children learned how to eat them and my son got some of the spices in his eye! I seriously think this is how the southerners keep outsiders OUT. They invite them to eat food they are unable to get to and then when they injure themselves doing so, they make comments like, “Well WE don’t put food in our eyes. We put food in our MOUTHS…”
We finally made it, safe and sound, to New Orleans. We are staying with my Daddy’s brother Leonard. He lives about two miles from where my Daddy and he grew up in Gretna. I am exhausted but plan to conquer a semblance of sightseeing tomorrow so the kids can say they were here.