I'm staying in a sweet little cottage in Arnaudville, Louisiana.
Like the cabin at Leroy Percy State Park, this cottage is only $60 per night. Scrumptious exterior, too, and I'll show that in a future post.
I lounged about all morning, then in the afternoon, ventured toward Breaux Bridge for lunch and a little exploring.
|Glenda's Creole Kitchen|
Today's lunch. Best meal of the trip so far. Glenda's Creole Kitchen.
I drove by Glenda's modest place, my head turning as I went by, then turned around and went back. This is exactly the kind of place I like to check out.
|Gar boulettes at Glenda's Cajun Kitchen|
I had gar boulettes. Giant fish balls. Spicy goodness. Normally, they would be smothered in gravy, but I took a pass on that.
Wasn't til later that I learned Glenda's was visited by Anthony Bourdain earlier this year.
I saw a house that was to be moved.
And I stopped at a satsuma stand (that also sold kumquats, oranges, and grapefruit). Satsuma (mandarin) oranges are juicy-juicy sweet. The skin slips off like a jacket. A little larger than a tangerine. I bought a five-pound bag for $5. Then the owner brought out four singles for me as a lagniappe.
In Louisiana, they really like their crawfish:
I saw an above-ground cemetery:
"Is the roux in this aisle?" Hahaha! When a woman asked me that in Russell's market in Arnaudville this afternoon, I knew I wasn't in Missouri anymore. My first response was: "A what?" "A roux." "Sorry, I don't know." (Yes, you patronizing chucklers, I do know what a roux is. Some kind of sauce or gravy, right?)
Tonight, in my charming cottage, I did spy a roommate. It was big. Really big. I didn't scream like I did in Nazret when I saw its distant cousin. ... whoops, spoke too soon. Just saw another one. Eek!