You can't go to Louisiana and not talk about how good the food is, right? Gumbo! Jambalaya! Crawfish!
But no matter where Mary G. goes, people want her "gravy," even in the South. That would be spaghetti and meatballs to you non-Italians, and that's just what Glenn was praying for when he flew in from Houston. My mom never disappoints, so here she is cooking up a double batch and showing Brent and Olga how it's done. I'm positive it's the 1st time she's ever done it in an LSU apron.
In return, Brent and Glenn made us some red beans and rice, and barbecued shrimp on another night. Brothers that cook together - how sweet!
Speaking of shrimp, we let Joseph try his 1st. Fried, of course. And he loved it!
The day we left we had the house special at A-Bear's, the "Catfish A-Bear," which is basically fried fish with a stick of butter and a little crab meat. Pure heaven! Also known as cholesterol on a plate, served with a side of red beans and rice. Doesn't this look like the kind of place you would catch Hepatitis? But places like that always have the best food.
Now, you can't have Mardi Gras without King Cake! It's like a big doughnut with any kind of filling you like, and a super sugary glaze. I caught several people (including Brent) stuffing some into Joseph's mouth. This particular cake was to honor Grammy's 75th birthday, which was one of the main reasons for the trip to Houma - it was her birthday wish. Happy birthday Mary!!
Is this why they call it Fat Tuesday? I surely needed a diet starting on Wednesday.