From the “if you could see through my eyes, if you could hear with my ears, if you could smell and taste with my nose and palate” department…
Uncle Tim (right) won the competition for best potato salad.
But Tim’s gumbo is always a winner in my book. Man, that stuff is TASTY!
Vincent is from San Diego like me, although he “ain’t been there in a ‘coon’s age,” he told me.
These kids played like real pros. I guess it’s because it’s in their zydeco blood.
The dancing tent at the festival wasn’t exactly what you would call a “smoke-free” environment. The band was most definitely smokin’ too!
Word to the wise.
The pistolettes were stuffed with crawfish étouffée.
Jaybo and his “Hoghide Cracklins” tossed in Cajun seasonings were awesome.
Jaybo revealed his technique to us.
Annette is a “baker of all things delicious” and man, let me tell you, she ain’t lying.
Annette’s “Mississippi Mud Cake.”
The evening ended with grilled steak dinner back at Rev. and Mrs. B’s house. Pepaw really seemed to enjoy my guitar pickin’.
Thanks for reading, ya’ll!