If you grow up “down the bayou”, working on the water is a way of life. And it’s not a far jump from working on fishing vessels to working on other vessels, like tugboats. My older boys grew up fishing for our table, not commercially, but they both still ended up working on oil industry…
Seeing is believing, so they say. First, I saw with my own eyes, and now you get to see through the lens of my camera. I live in the most marvelous wonderland called coastal Louisiana. These images all come from the marsh near my home, taken yesterday between 6 a.m. and 3 p.m. on private…
Someone on the sailboat spied a dorsal fin, dangerously close to the shore. “Is that dolphin sick?” “It must be sick. It’s beached itself.” “Maybe he just got stranded by the falling tide.” On and on the speculations went by the guests onboard the “Happy Ours” sailing vessel. And while we were speculating, the good…
Grand Isle has the friendliest people. First off, a very nice couple let us use their beach- front camp for our weekend on Grand Isle. I’d say that was pretty friendly, wouldn’t you? On Friday morning, Termite and I headed to the center of the island to eat our traditional meal at the Starfish Diner….
When I first came to South Louisiana back in 1978, I learned many valuable lessons about food and customs. One of those lessons has to do with all the wonderful goodies that are boiled right in with the crawfish; including potatoes, corn, mushrooms, onions, cauliflower, and smoked sausage. Do you have any idea why they…
I apologize if you are a person who chooses not to eat any kind of living creature. And if you are, it’s best you stop right now and read no further. Because, Crawdaddy was destined to be the star of this tutorial on cracking crawfish claws and eating the meat from them. Here he is,…