We spent this past gorgeous Saturday strolling up and down Franklin Street taking advantage of the first-ever Gumbo Cook-off hosted by the Franklin Street Events Association.
It was a lot of fun and some really great food. In addition to meeting some friends for the event and basking in the (unfortunately short-lived) sunshine and beautiful temps, it was also a great reminder of my former home and my hubby’s nearly lifetime home of Louisiana.
It’s the state where we met six years ago, the state we married in nearly four years ago and where most of his family and many of our friends still reside. It is also a state filled with AMAZING food, fun and cooky traditions and more culture than any other place I’ve been to in the U.S.
I’ve always said that Louisiana isn’t really like its own state, in many ways it is like its own country. The most basic thing of splitting up the state into counties is even done differently there with “parishes” instead of counties. And a whole portion of the state still fluently speaks French, Creole or an interesting mishmash of the two. It’s like a whole other world; and that is awesome.
So Saturday, as we walked around the Westside of Evansville, we were, for a time, transported back “home” to Louisiana hearing some familiar tunes, tasting the rich flavor of gumbo and smelling the spices drift out of the establishments.
There was crawfish, there was gator, there was File and there was even some horseradish (a non-traditional, yet tasty) gumbo adornment. My favorite was what was served at Thyme in the Kitchen and Michael’s was served up by volunteers from Another Chance for Animals at Tin Man. There were a few that were far from traditional but still tasty and none were inedible, although a few only deserved a taste and a “second-chance” bite.
I can’t wait for the Mardi Gras parade this weekend!