Be still, my beating heart! |
We have a new baby! It took me a few months to reach the point where I felt ready, but I think we chose the exact right time and place. I had decided I wanted a gray female, since the Nefarious P.I.G. was a black male, and I didn’t want to be constantly comparing the new kitty to my companion of 18 years. We went to the Hamilton County Humane Society, which had been highly recommended to me by a dear friend who is a serious animal lover. We had planned to go the previous weekend, but Derek was intent on cleaning out the garage and the basement, and I certainly didn’t want to disrupt that! When we walked through the doors, the first thing I saw was a beautiful little gray cat. As soon as I walked toward her, she started sticking her paw through the cage, and when I got close, she stuck her tongue out at me. That, as we say, was that. She is a gorgeous Russian Blue, and if we had been two minutes later, another man there told us he would have adopted her. Since she is somewhat of a Russian aristocat (!), we decided to give her a Russian name, and since she turned out to be a bit of a nut, her name has evolved into Her Royal Craziness, the Princess Nastassja Catski.
As it turned out, it was a gorgeous day and we stopped on the way to have lunch in Carmel , at a Cajun place called Mudbugs. I’m always skeptical of places that call themselves Cajun or claim to have New Orleans food, and I’ve been seriously disappointed 95 % of the time. This time, however, I was very pleasantly surprised. We talked to the owner while we were in line, and I mentioned that I would know it was an authentic Cajun restaurant if they put the potato salad in the gumbo, which is a habit I’ve never seen anywhere but New Orleans . He laughed and said he and his wife are from Abbeville, La, and that they grew up eating potato salad in their gumbo. I can’t tell you how much that tickled me! We talked about another local place that claims to serve New Orleans food, but puts cumin in their red beans! He was as horrified by that as I, and said, “Cumin?! What is he smoking?” He said he had tried numerous distributors before he found French bread that he considered worthy, and Derek is a fiend for oysters, so we had to try the highly touted oyster poboy. I’m happy to say it was a very close approximation to what we expect in New Orleans . I was in the mood for some chicken and sausage gumbo, and Derek decided to try the red beans and rice as well. I’m delighted to say that all of the above were excellent, and as close to New Orleans food as any I’ve encountered outside of Louisiana . Thanks, Roy Leblanc!
Speaking of Cajun/Creole food, Derek is making Crawfish Etouffee tonight, and red beans and rice with tasso and andouille for tomorrow night. The smells coming out of our kitchen are making me really homesick – and hungry!