I love Cajun food so much, sometimes I’ll even cook it myself. But it’s ridiculously hard to find in most places. It was nowhere near me in Ohio. Long Island was terrible, Oak Ridge and Knoxville no better.
And I’m about to go order waaaaay too much food from about half of them. Leftover Creole is better than most fresh cuisines.
I’d planned to go into ketosis for most of this month, and lose 10 pounds. Hah!
Health is for the weak.
UPDATE–I forgot to explain lagniappe [lan-yap (though some tin ears pronounce it) lan-yap]. It’s the Bayou Baker’s Dozen, baby. One of the all-time greatest words.