WARNING: if you’re squeamish STOP reading! (If you don’t WANT to read but can’t stop your curiosity, consider yourself warned!)
Although I’ve lived in a lot of places during my life, I consider Louisiana to be home. However, since our Exodus due to Hurricane Katrina, we haven’t had the heart to spend a lot of time back home. This is due to several reasons: nothing to go back to, family spread out all over the country, etc.
The biggest reason truthfully is that it simply hurt too much.
But, since time does heal some wounds, we decided to do Mardi Gras this year with our little family. My DH and I decided that we wanted our boys to have some fond memories (as we do) of family, friends and FOOD! So, sit back and indulge me as I digress…
Aside from the King Cakes in the stores and everything in sight being draped with purple, green and gold, nothing signals the advent of Mardi Gras as do crawfish. (That’s “crawdads” to y’all Yankees out there!)


Remember the infamous Deli scene from “When Harry Met Sally” where the old woman replies to the waitress, “I’ll have what she’s having”?