I arrived home on the FL gulf coast with a car load of dirty clothes, grumpy girls and foods from every corner of Louisiana.
It all started with a Watermelon.
A Saline, Louisiana melon. I picked it up in Dodson, Winn Parish for all you foreigners. We didn't eat it because Mom had two other ones.
So I brought it home.
Along with a Jar of Momsey's homemade bread and butter pickles and two tomatoes from her plants.
I picked up a Jar of Peach preserves and Peach salsa at the Peach orchard.
On the way home today, I stopped at the fruit stand and bought a box of peaches and butter beans....
but wait, that's not all.....
I stopped at Lea's to get two pies. Chocolate and Pecan. Yum!
When I got to Krotz Springs I stopped at Billy's to get Boudin. I can't resist that silly sign with the pig that says "BOUDIN AND CRACKLIN". I was tempted by the large tubs of iced long neck beers.
Instead, I got two fried boudin balls and 2$ worth of cracklins, or fried pig according to daughter in the middle.
If there had been a roadside attraction for the largest congealed square of hogs head cheese and biggest corn dog on a stick, I think we would have stopped there too.
But I did make it home from my week at the Peach Festival with the Rustonians. It was fun. I will add more later.
I'm tired and my stomach is a little upset from the cracklins, but they were soooooo good.
AIIIEEEE!
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