“These fries just make me mad,” she said through a mouthful of visually-seasoned potato. “They’re supposed to be Cajun fries. Look at this. They’re the right color. Look at this angry red one! That fry should be spicy as shit. That thing should burn my mouth.”
She picked it up and ate it.
“But no! Not even close to burn. It’s like they painted some bay leaves red and then ground them up and called it Cajun.” She frowned down at the fries that were slowing spreading their grease throughout the brown paper bag on which they lay.
She expressed her frustrations to her husband. He agreed that the fries were not impressive.
He disagreed, however, with her summation of the seasoning. “It’s not bay leaves, though,” he mused.
“Yeah, you’re right,” she admitted.
“It’s something else too, I just can’t put my finger on it,” he continued.
“I don’t know. That gross stick seasoning. I don’t remember what it’s called. But it’s not spicy either.” She shrugged, willing to concede. “Maybe when I try them again in a few years they’ll be better. Or maybe I’ll have forgotten how made those fries make me.”
“Just make me mad,” she muttered under her breath, crumpling the bag around the remainder of the fries. She stood and threw the whole wad into the trash can.
They weren’t even salty enough. But they did give her horrendous gas later that day.
Okay, I didn’t want to type too much tonight because my wrist is killing me, but I was looking through my pictures to post some, and I remembered what my husband and I were talking about earlier today.
We were watching the History Channel, and they’re starting so many shows now about Louisianians. So I asked him if Louisiana is what’s cool now. We agreed that it sure seems like it. Swamp Loggers, and Swamp People, and now Cajun Pawn Stars and Sons of Guns. And yes, folks, Billy the Exterminator is in my neck of the woods.
The funny thing, though, was my husband mentioned how a friend of ours had posted to Facebook a few days ago how excited she was that Troy Landry came through her drive thru. I never until today put two and two together to realize that this was the same guy that my stepfather’s been talking about for years: the guy who takes care of the nuisance gators and brings my little brother out with him sometimes. It was the proverbial lightbulb going on over my head.
I feel this is worth mentioning again. My family has to worry about ‘nuisance gators.’
I’ve only seen nuisance turtles.
My brother, however, rescued this little guy. He was hurt, and my brother took care of him for a few days, but I’m sorry to say he didn’t make it.
Tangentially, it seems like every time we go visit my brother pulls something crazy out of the canal, either on his fishing line or in his nets. An alligator, crabs, eels, even an amphiuma twice. Those guys are creepy!
So now you know that sometimes you have to spell it out for me, or I will never add it up. I’m still shaking my head at my ignorance.
But it is pretty cool to watch some of these shows, at least the ones that are shot in places I know. I always look for people or places I know. It’s like the enjoyment I get from watching movies that are filmed here. Even if it’s not a good movie, there’s still the treasure hunt fun of finding my friends as extras.
And a tidbit for you. I used to talk like that, too, but I’ve lived up north long enough to lose the Cajun accent. Mostly. When we go down for Mardi Gras for a week I get some back.