One thing I wanted to try before we leave New Orleans is gumbo. Miss Annie told me about a friend of hers down in the 9th who makes it out of her home. At first I was a little put off because it's $10 for a cup, but then she told me her friend was saving for a family trip to New York and I decided to go for it. (Obviously travel is something I can get behind.)
So I dragged Summer to this woman's house, expecting to pay $10 and leave with a to-go cup of gumbo. Nope. She insisted we come in and eat it at her place. I asked her to put it in a to-go cup anyway, just in case I couldn't finish it and needed to leave with some of it.
Miss Cynthia fresh-caught these crabs herself from the Gulf. I wish I had gotten the recipe, but something tells me I wouldn't have been able to pry it from her cold, dead fingers. It's been in her family for at least five generations. The process takes about a day-and-a-half. She charges $10 for a 16-ounce cup, or $100 for a gallon. She is selling out for football parties and to her neighbors who have a restaurant. She's already making plans for the SuperBowl. I was pretty lucky to get some. Friend-of-a-friend, you know.
My first taste. OH. MY. GAWD. Spicy. So spicy. My nose started to run.
Of course I ate the whole thing in about four minutes. How silly that I thought I would have leftovers. Summer couldn't believe how fast I ate it all so I gave her the bow and curtsey. I'm kind of amazing when it comes to fast eating. I always put that on my resume.