 Sunday Crawfish Blitz |
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Every day in April, I am startled by how much it sucks to be inside instead of enjoying the sunshine and flowers. I volunteered with Habitat for Humanity on Saturday. This time the house was further along in the process, and my job was to scrub excess caulk and drywall mud off of door frames, caulk doorframes that needed to be caulked, and prime doorframes that needed to be primed. There was an eclectic group of workers, and we all got along well except for the one dude with rampant b.o. whom I tried to avoid like the plague. I talked a lot with a woman from Algiers who lost her home and is now living here and trying to make new friends. We sat on the back stoop during a break and chatted about how much damn Katrina has affected so many people in so many different ways. Scattering families, scattering lives. It felt good to meet the homeowner and see how excited the block is about the new homes going up. I met up with my boyfriend after that, and we went out for sandwiches and to the coffee shop to play Scrabble. He got something like 436 points and I just sat there, ate my walnut cinnamon rugalach, and tried not to feel too stupid and illiterate. We lounged a bit and went out for spring rolls, sugar cane shrimp, and red curry. I am beginning to believe that there is nothing on earth I would rather eat than a fresh spring roll with shrimp and fresh herbs in that weirdly alien wrapper with some peanut sauce. We started Passion Fish but turned in before we finished. We giggled over the guitar transitions between all of the early scenes. On Sunday morning, we headed here for breakfast. And lo, behold the chorus of breakfast angels singing. It was divine. We played another game of Scrabble on the back patio when we got back to town and squirted the dogs with water bottles to keep them from stealing the leftovers that we were snacking on. Miraculously, I beat him something like 313 to 303, but admittedly only because I got the X, Z, Q, and J. I've decided that sitting outside with my dogs, my man, and leftovers is a pretty fine way to spend a Sunday afternoon. After he left, I made my mom's awesome crunchy cabbage salad and the Joy of Cooking macaroni and cheese for a sick co-worker's family. Then I finished Passion Fish, and I really liked it. I watched it because Kymm told me I cannot call myself a self-respecting Louisianian if I've never seen this movie. Mary McDonnell is SO good in this movie, and David Strathairn is certainly yummy to behold. He definitely did the best accent of the bunch -- it came and went, but when it was on, it was spot-on. The friends who visited Mary McDonnell definitely had the worst accents, but they were supposed to be cartoonish idiots, so it fit. Last night I went by my parents' house and my mom asked about my Browncoats t-shirt. I explained what Browncoats are and the basic plot of Firefly. Battle for independence, Reavers, the Alliance, and so forth. She looked at me quizzically and said, "Whatever possessed you to watch this show?" I said, "Clearly I've not done a good job conveying what it's really about. Because it is awesome." She did not look convinced. So I sang her the theme song. After a weekend of what amounted to sheer gluttony, I'm looking forward to getting on the healthy eating track again this week. I know, broken record. It should be a pretty crazy week at work, but I think we're off on Friday, so that'll be great. And today, I saw someone play "Amazing Grace" on a saw. Just when you think you've seen it all.
That'd be a big pile of dough supposedly shaped like a pig's ear, topped with powdered sugar. YUM. We brought half of it home and finished it over a game of Scrabble. It was the perfect sunny Sunday afternoon snack, though it definitely gave us that State Fair Feeling. (The way you feel after you eat cotton candy or a funnel cake and then ride the ferris wheel.)
Omelet with swiss topped with crawfish etouffee and andouille grits.
Scrambled eggs and crawfish au gratin over a grilled biscuit. Cheese grits and Sunday newspaper and grapefruit juice and lover on the side. Perfect.
In truth, rawhides are pretty repugnant, but at least the dogs don't bury them and proceed to dig them up forty times a day like they do with bones.
Zuko pees on these canna lilies every morning, so who knows how long they'll last?
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