Depending on the driver and of course the number of riders, Bourbon Street is only about a case of beer away from A&M. Much to my parent’s chagrin, New Orleans became a second home for me and my running buddies, which may partially explain my insatiable drinking habit and my affinity for Cajun cuisine.
As much as I enjoy good drunken buffoonery, I have never been a huge fan of Mardi Gras. A mob of 100,000 drunken idiots, crammed onto narrow streets, pushing and shoving as they move to and fro is not my idea of fun. No, I prefer to drink alone….. But, regardless of my likes or dislikes, Mardi Gras has become a huge part of the Cajun culture and has greatly influenced the region as a whole.
For a lot of Texans, we are coming to the end of our Religious Pilgrimage. Sure there is always a spring turkey to shoot or a big redfish to land, but for all intents and purposes, hunting season is all but over. We must now return to our familial responsibilities and hope that the return of the season comes sooner than we might expect.
It has become a tradition within my group of hunting buddies to have a “Man Dinner” at the close of every season. A time to bring families together and enjoy the fruits of our labor. A time to enjoy the company of our wives, our kids and……blah, blah, blah. Who am I trying to kid. The Man Dinner has very little to do with bring our families together. No, the Man Dinner has everything to do with drinking beer, eating good food and telling lies about all the good and bad hunts we had. And from what I can tell, though I have never asked, I think the women folk may enjoy it too.
If you have followed my blog, you know that I have a very chaotic life. One wife, four kids, three dogs and six exes, it is enough to drive any man crazy and lord only
knows how you can keep them all happy at the same time. However, the other evening while finishing up dinner, I noticed something highly unusual. Siete wasn’t bitching at me, the kids weren’t fighting and the dogs weren’t under foot. For a brief moment I thought this must be what normal families eat like…….then Meat (the youngest) fires off a big one, sending everyone scurrying for safety. So much for our Leave It To Beaver meal.
I am a firm believer that if someone were to serve me goat cheese ala poopoo or bacon wrapped turd, I would probably eat it without hesitation. And although most may not subscribe to my line of thinking, goat cheese and bacon do make most things better, which is reason enough to try this gem. It is a takeoff from Tin Star’s Chipotle Chicken Scaloppini. Its fairly simple, it is spicy and it is sure to create your own family bliss.
I have a hard time understanding someone being prejudice towards a certain race or creed. Don’t get me wrong, those who know me know that I am extremely prejudice, but I don’t discriminate. I just don’t care for people.
Well, it appears prejudism runs deep in our Twisted family. The other day, I was making one of my Cajun classics, when Siete comes in ranting and raving about how she hates Cajuns. I don’t mean dislike or just don’t care for, I mean out and out hatred. Seems that husband number three (Vermilion Parish Cajun) ran off with a hussy at the local bar and left her to take care of the kids and the….well you know, blah, blah, blah. Without wading too deep into shallow waters of her mind, I quickly changed the subject and asked her to try the boudin I was making……well it appears Cajun cuisine left an even worst taste in her mouth than her ex-husband…..”Those ?*!@##@^&, sons a bitches are a bunch of ?>(&^%^#@ and can’t cook for the life of them. Cajun food is nothing but a bunch of pig lips and assholes, much like Tres”. Well then, there will no dinner for you.