I wish I could edit every photo I took in Louisiana and post it here. Alas, that thought gives me hives, so you’ll have to just enjoy these few from my iPhone for the moment.
We spent Thanksgiving week in Louisiana with the Coops, with a couple of days in New Orleans. It was fantastic, and tiring, and wonderful, and exhausting, and delicious, and fattening. In other words, I loved it.
Above is a photo of Brandon grilling oysters. Once they’re grilled, they’re topped with Parmesan cheese. Ooooh, yeah.
We stopped in Sulphur for some amazing boudin, shrimp burger, and stuffed jalapeños.
And when we arrived in Mandeville, Logan’s parents had an amazing southern feast ready for us: smoked ham, macaroni and cheese, cornbread, and peas.
There was a hammock in the back yard. Enough said.
Wednesday was Oyster Thanksgiving. This consisted of 300 raw oysters that were shucked all night, slurped up raw, grilled, baked Rockefeller, and eaten. Fantastic.
Logan’s mom is the cutest. Our Thanksgiving table was decorated with super-cute little animals. I had a fox. I wanted to bring him home.
Our time in New Orleans started with amazing beignets and cafe au lait at Morning Call. ZOMG this coffee, these beignets. My favorites.
Not long after that, we feasted on po’ boys at Parkway. Deeee-licious.
We walked down to the Quarter to have sazeracs and Pimms cups at Napoleon House.
After a late night of dinner and dancing, I was miraculously the only person awake early in the morning. So I took a walk in the Marigny and had a bit of coffee and biscotti.
And I was visited by urban wild chickens! Who knew?
We had lunch at Drago’s – ooooh, the grilled oysters were swimming in butter, perfect for sopping up with that crusty French bread.
I left the table to go to the bathroom, and when I returned, everyone yelled, “Happy Birthday!” It was not my birthday, but I enjoyed the brownie sundae nonetheless.
We had fun in this crazy spaceship thing that washed ashore after the hurricane. The boys were posing as explorers in the orange sunset (except for Jody, who was posing as a prairie dog).
On the drive home, we stopped in Lafayette to try Cochon’s outpost there. It was huge and impersonal, but the food was good.
Louisiana, I love you!♥