A couple weeks ago, O and I went to New Orleans. His Pakistani cousin from Amsterdam was supposed to come visit, and we figured there was no better way to show her the “real” United States than to take her to a boozy tourist destination! Unfortunately, she ended up not being able to make it, due to a terrible back injury, but we’d already paid in full for a non-refundable room. What were we to do?
He got the Cajun BBQ shrimp poboy. I automatically assumed that “Cajun BBQ” was no different than regular Memphis BBQ, of which I’m not a fan, so I skipped on the “house special”. When our poboys came, however, and I realized that Cajun BBQ really just means loads of butter and Worcestershire, I wasn’t happy! In retaliation, I ate at least ten of O’s shrimp. I felt guilty for retaliating, so I made him at-home copycat Cajun BBQ Poboys when we got home. Recipe to follow tomorrow!
I amused myself with one of my favorite new polishes: Essie Set in Stone, over a pearl shade.
After dinner one night, we saw a string of police cars with their lights on and sirens off, followed by a traditional New Orleans band. And a bride with a beer. And everyone she’s ever known, marching behind her waving handkerchiefs and hooting and hollering. And drinking beers. So much fun. So much fun that it makes up for the crappy hurry-hurry-hurry flash pictures.
We started with escargots. On the way home, O said, “Well, on this trip I definitely learned one thing. I learned that I love…………….. snails.” He consistently ruins moments around which I have high expectations. Although I’m genuinely glad I can use 5% of our bi-weekly budget on a can of escargots now.
A vichyssoise unlike any I’ve ever tasted. Thick with tarragon. I personally prefer mine.