Two Years and Eleven Crosses Later
We are now two years post-BP oil spill, and the best way to describe the situation here in coastal Louisiana is a catch twenty-two.
We are now two years post-BP oil spill, and the best way to describe the situation here in coastal Louisiana is a catch twenty-two.
After posting up the recipe for Blackberry Dumplings, I went back to the berry patch to pick more wild berries. Returning to the same patch, I was determined to pick only the blackest, plumpest, ripest berries. At the first picking, I had been so excited to find ripe berries, that I picked berries a little prematurely. However, since that first picking, we’ve had hard rains, coupled with days of sunshine in between, and now the berries have had time to fully ripen. While picking this morning I learned that if my shadow falls across the berries, they appear darker than they really are. So I made a conscious effort not to block the sun and to pick all of them in the glaring sunlight.
If piles of bright orange boiled crawfish aren’t indication enough of the arrival of spring down the bayou, then just open up your eyes and take a look around. The signs are everywhere.
FIRST: YOU DO NOT MAKE A ROUX (roo)!!!
Seriously. I mean that, I really do. If you are “roux challenged”, then fret no more. This little recipe right here is going to set you free. And it’s just in time for all those leftover mudbugs that nobody ever wants to peel, and because most of us stuff ourselves to the point of bursting the day of the crawfish boil, we don’t care to see another boiled bug until maybe next weekend!
Springtime down the bayou signals that it’s time to enjoy not only the weather but one of our cultural trademarks–the crawfish boil.
Since I was out of town for a couple days, and then sick in bed upon my return for another day, I was concerned that the owlets might have flown the nest in my absence.