Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for March 25, 2014

The Days definitely are not Cajuns. And if they were, I suppose they would be the Jours.

Or the Journées.

What is this “remember” you talk about?

You could be surnamed ‘Smith’ or ‘Jones’ down here and still know your way around an etouffee or some gumbo (Pass Christian, MS).

I’m not Cajun and I love crawfishfried is best

I’d rather have the cookie.

If they lived in scandhoovian country he would get a lefse snack before a lutefisk dinner….yum yum

In terms of gastronomic rules of can-and-can’t-eat, Cajun is about as far from Orthodox Jewish as you can get.

If you are eating Gumbo, and you like what you are eating, DO Not ask what is in it. The probable , and most palatable answer is “What I caught today.”

want to get rid of something tell a cajun they’re against the law and good to eat.

I love etoufee. Can’t spell it but I love it.

What? No leftover oysters ;-

Once ate at a small restaurant in Port Sulfur, LA, where the boats parked at the backside of the establishment. I ordered the gumbo. I received a bowl of black mud with stuff in it – maybe the most delicious dish I have ever eaten.

A coworker of mine once said that boys tend to be pickier eaters than girls, and from what I’ve observed that seems to be largely true. But when I was a kid, I was a bit on the picky side about certain foods, too. Nowadays there’s very little that I actively dislike. Cajun? Bring it on!

I remember years ago my kids went to a friend’s birthday party. They served crawfish, and the girls were all chasing each other around with crawfish screaming “MUDBUGS! MUDBUGS!” :D