…with fresh Andouille
I have thousands of pictures in my archives…been going thru ‘em and categorizing ‘em. Saw this one, and decided what’s for dinner tomorrow tonight. Gotta soak those beans overnight.
Snapped this somewhere in the French Quarter. It was a great meal.
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That looks entirely too yum.
oooooohhh-weeeeeeeee. Make you want’a slap Justin Wilson’s momma. I gar-on-tee.
There is nothing like a plate full of carbs! YUMMY!
Fine eatin’
That’s it. I’m coming over for dinner soon.
When I was living in New Orleans, an acquaintance worked for the recycling arm of Browning Ferris Industries. They serviced Justin’s house out on Bayou Lacombe, the Northshore of Lake Ponchartrain.
He had married some young belle and moved into this big ass house which was actually inside a Wildlife Refuge and originally built by the Head Cheese from the State Parks and Rec Department in the 1930s, supposedly with tax money and state labor. It was Louisiana after all…. Killer house right on the bayou.
Anyway, according to Joe, the amount of empty wine bottles old Justin produced on a weekly basis was absolutely staggering. Fifty gallon rollaway garbage can full every week. The old coot lived to almost 90 I guess.