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Noted in Passing: Dat’s Sum Boyle, Dude

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If Anthony Bourdain were still alive this would give him reason to live. Behold the Greatest Chef of the Inland Swamps cooks his signature dish. Stay tuned for the elegant table setting at the end.

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  • Mike Seyle January 22, 2022, 3:33 PM

    Crawfish are ok, but I think I’m responsible for putting an all you can eat oyster place out of business in Houston. I’d start with “three dozen fried,” and keep ’em coming. While in college and couldn’t gain weight. And was always hungry.

  • steveaz January 22, 2022, 4:18 PM

    Yum. Yum. Yum. I wanna be gettin’ me sum.

  • mary January 22, 2022, 6:01 PM

    Sounds a little like Justin Wilson.

  • Jack January 22, 2022, 6:05 PM

    Forty some odd years ago, when I was young, strong and pretty, I lived in Baton Rouge and I had the good fortune to attend more South Louisiana crawfish boils than I can recall. And with a hundred or so others in their late 20s and early 30s, more pretty women than you could meet and flirt with in a week, ice cold beer and a swimming pool you would have to have been dead if you didn’t have a great time, every time. I left BR for serious reasons but I can tell you for a fact that in all of the places I have lived no other place on earth has better food or was more fun or enjoyable than the cities and towns of South Louisiana.

    Couple of other things. In a crawfish boil you don’t always get just crawfish, potatoes and corn. No sir, I’ve seen turtles, small snakes, local small fish and in one instance, a baby alligator get dumped out on the table. They eat the crawfish but they play with the rest of the stuff they find or give it to the kids to play with.

    And, folks down there like to make their own cracklins for game day when the Tigers are in Death Valley. People haul out big kettles or boilers, fill them with water and then dump in slices and pieces of sow belly and boil the fat out of those slivers of pork. The water boils the fat out of the pork and eventually the water evaporates and all you have is rendered lard with chunks of cracklins frying in that grease. Some people call them pork rinds but they’re not like the stuff you buy in the stores. Scoop the cracklins out onto thick paper towels, salt and pepper them and toss them back with cold beer. They’re delicious.

    • Re in WA January 22, 2022, 9:17 PM

      In 1960 I married into a family of first and second generation Germans. Every February they all got together and butchered two or three hogs per family. The second day the big lard pot was set up over a fire and all the fat and trimmings thrown in as the day progressed. One uncle was usually admonished several times for “trimming to deep”, ot even “hey, you just threw a chubk of MY bacon in there”. And no matter the hour or howhard it was snowing as soon as the women started ladleing out/straining the lard he would show up with his salt shaker.

      That first winter I borrowed his salt shaker. The second winter I brought my own!

      • downeasthillbilly January 23, 2022, 10:00 AM

        I had a girlfriend in WVA who took me to a hog killing. Had real cracklins for the first time. Also learned about livermush vs “pudding and paunhaus” (sp?) Good times. I miss that gal.

  • H (science denier) January 22, 2022, 8:07 PM

    Jack has a good handle on how it is down in Acadiana. I would only add get yourself some boudin sausage to go along with the cracklins.

    Probably my favorite place is C’est Bon in Mermentau. During the crawfish and crab seasons, they have about 12 kettles going until late at night and a good time is had by all, to the best of the recollections of those present. C’est Bon is not the only place runs like that, by any means. I sincerely pity those of you who haven’t experienced this. Is only a matter of applied geography; hie thee hence.

    An administrative item: If they decide they like you down there, you are in like you cannot believe. But, should you piss them off somehow, just get the hell out. Now. You have been warned.

    • Aggie January 23, 2022, 8:28 AM

      Dat’s a fack, Shack. CoonAss philosophy: “Don’t get mad, don’t get even – get ahead.

  • John G Condon January 22, 2022, 8:19 PM

    Where the term “Hold My Beer” originated.

  • TwoDogs January 22, 2022, 9:18 PM

    Nothing like a good old crawfish boil. I think our chef here went a bit overboard. I like mine simple : bugs, corn, taters, spices. And please, the late chef’s name was spelled Bourdain. It’s spelled that way on all three books of his that I have.

    • Vanderleun January 22, 2022, 11:43 PM

      Oh all right!

  • James ONeil January 23, 2022, 12:11 PM

    When I worked on the North Slope, there were, of course, a lot of Coon Posteriors working on the oil patch. Subsequently the field operator, BP, would twice or thrice a year fly in fresh crayfish for a buffet. I never was able to suck the meat out hard enough the eyes would pop, think one had to be born in the bayou to be that accomplished a crawdad eater.

  • M.Murcek January 23, 2022, 1:23 PM

    Stalekracker is the man! I always watch his videos, even when he makes stuff I won’t eat.

  • IAmWhatIAm(X/Y) January 23, 2022, 5:25 PM

    This has got to be some kind of bad of joke. A Villa Platte version of Bennie Grunch or Larry Ragusa’s King Cakes (YouTube is your friend).

    I’m a South Louisiana boy. Except for some time in New England, and the Army, this has been my home for six decades. I know Baton Rouge well. I live here. I say that to say this:


    Sausage? Yes. Corn and potatoes? Absolutely. Mushrooms and onions? Sometimes, OK.
    But NOTHING green. Nope. Nothing.

    This is as bad as that time Disney (I think) put out a gumbo recipe that had as ingredients – I am serious – kale and tofu.

    We have words for people who buy into such twaddle. The most polite is, “Tourist.”

  • IAmWhatIAm(X/Y) January 23, 2022, 5:32 PM

    Wait. It wasn’t broccoli. It was BRUSSELS SPROUTS. An even greater heresy.