When I left home this morning it was a very tropical 18 degrees compared to the 6 it was by the time I got to work. Lou and I had been chatting on the phone, pining away for the French Quarter. There is a place called Cajun Kate's not too far from where he lives, run by a couple who lived in New Orleans for 7 years before coming back this way. Every now and then Lou will pick up some gumbo, jambalaya and bread pudding and traipse it even further north.
I got a text message several hours ago that said "gumbo, tomato parmesan soup, bread pudding". I don't know if that's what he's in the mood for, or if that is what he picked up at Cajun Kate's. I hope it's the latter. If not I have a few things here I can toss together to create a wintery night cocktail hour.
But, I gotta admit, gumbo, tomato parmesan soup and bread pudding is gonna be real hard to beat.
I plan to have bourbon tonight.
Cajun Kate's. Mmm Mmm.