THIRD ENTRY TODAY YEP I'M THIS ANNOYING.
Haha, you'll have to excuse me I can act like a kid.
So after a bum deal on trying to get some boiled crawfish yesterday we finally got some today. I ate just about 3lbs all by my lonesome. My fingers hate me for it, they're all cut up from the shells and burning from the seasoning and juices. Worth it. Anyway, about halfway through I sort of zoned out and popping the heads off, peeling off the shell, and pulling the meat out the tail was pretty much being done without thought so my mind wandered off.
Within the last year I've come to respect my heritage (sometimes for weird reasons) and the culture this state has. New Orleans especially, there's festivals for crawfish, crabs, shrimp, strawberries, jambalaya, and so much more. Most people are very friendly and personable, you can always tell what city they're from by their accent, and we take pride in what we have. I mean take the Saints winning the Superbowl. There was a parade the day it was announced they were going in to it, there was 2 weeks of parades and partying after they won. Heck we even fought with NFL for the rights to the phrase "Who Dat" and the Fleur de Lis. I hate people, but I just... I LOVE this culture. I had decided a while back I'd never move out but I think I may end up moving to Georgia with Hattie when he finally goes back since he's from there. My main concerns on that are switching doctors/psychiatrists/the petty crap but I realize I'd honestly miss the parades, the food, and just the generally weird crap we do.
While I was eating I was imagining teaching him how to eat the crawfish, since there's a method to get the WHOLE tail and not just a bit, and how you can't eat the straight ones since that means they were dead before they were caught and cooked. It was just a silly daydream, imagining this big old scary black man hunched over with his large hands trying to peel back some of the shell off a small crawfish tail and getting mad when he screwed up. I'd love to take him to parades (not Mardi Gras day, the parades we have before then that are really pretty) and out in the higher ends of town where there are still plantations standing, various hole in the wall restaurants, and even cook him my own gumbo. I can't cook, but with a little help I can make a mean gumbo even if it takes all day to make. I want to share this culture with him, but I don't think he'd ever travel here, much less stay. Kinda makes me sad, but what can ya do?
I want a New Orleans-style snoball. Dumb stands need to stay open longer I never want sweet stuff during the day.
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I don't know why he wouldn't either. He jokes it's because it's the deep south and people here can be pretty racist, but Baton Rouge is where whites are the minority. Maybe one day, though.
I'm not sure what you'd entitle the neighboring town Prairieville, but they're VERY racist over there, but I think because it's mostly upperclass people living there. My cousin's father and his wife (who's not her mom) live there and her mom lives here in BR. They're having a fight over what school my cousin should go to this fall because her father told her mom "I don't want my daughter going to school with a bunch of n*ggers." He's originally from BR, but his wife's blueblood and her family practically owns Prairieville and she's more racist than he is. She won't even let him see his family anymore because they're 'white trash'.
So as far as I've observed, BR is VERY racist. If you ask me it doesn't deserve to be the capitol of the state, it's in more disrepair than New Orleans. As for NO being racist, I wouldn't know but I imagine there's enough since people rag on the 9th Ward all the time.