Last week, I took a little trip down to the South. Well, I am not sure that southern Louisiana technically qualifies as 'the South'. In fact, I am pretty sure it is its own country entirely. My ancestors, les Allemands, landed in New Orleans in the early 1700s and settled in Bayou des Allemands, south of la Ville (and don't try to be too French, Emmanuelle. It is pronounced 'd-es all-monds', like the nut). My dad grew up near there and last week, I went back to my roots.
And what better way to get in touch with my past than eating authentic Cajun cuisine? Below is a little photo tour of how I ate my way through Louisiana.
Let the good times roll...
It started in New Orleans, where there was of course oysters and crawfish:
(and yes, this is a trough).
And when in New Orleans, there obviously has to be chicory coffee and beignets at Cafe du Monde:
Enjoyed a shrimp po-boy and some Dixie at Oak Alley Plantation:
Then onto the bayou, for fresh caught crab, shrimp, and crawfish:
All in all, one delicious trip...