Tue, 24 Jan 2006 00:12:46
It’s been a gray and gloomy day here in Debrisville. I’m feeling UV withdrawal cravings. It’s supposed to perk up tomorrow but we really need the Candyman to bring us a sunbeam or two.
Item-1 Crawfish Shortage: A Picayune front page story delivered some bad but not unexpected culinary news: we’re facing a serious crawfish shortage. Katrina and Rita wiped out an estimated 80% of this year’s crawfish crop which could make peeled Louisiana crawfish tail meat cost up to $30 per pound. That is *if* you can find it at all. Now some folks are willing to eat Chinese and Vietnamese crawfish but I think they taste fishy and I’m talking bad fishy.
My non-Debrisville readers need to understand how important crawfish is to our local culture. The crawfish boil is to Louisiana what barbecuing is to North Carolinians or cooking lamb on a spit is to Greeks or cooking chili is to Texans. Woe is me no crawfish boils. I think I need a beer…
Item-2 The Raving Monster Loony Party Of NOLA?: There was a swell op-ed piece in the Picayune by a non-journo named Lizette Wroten wherein (a word that all lawyers even lapsed ones use) she concludes that the “we’re all in this together” feeling of the early post-K era is going going gone. Ms Wroten quite accurately writes: “It’s become apparent to me that people have divided along two lines in this post-Katrina backstretch. There are the gloomies and there are the loonies. It’s the loonies I’m taken with.”
I’m trying hard to be one of the loonies but there are times when I misplace my sense of humor and become a gloomy. (Today’s weather was so gloomy that it drove me loony.) The reaction to C Ray’s Chocolate City gaffe was split along gloomy and loony lines as well: the loonies giggled and the gloomies screamed in either support or indignation.
Perhaps it’s time to establish a branch of the Raving Monster Loony Party here in Topsy Turvy Town. Why should we let the Brits have all the fun? Of course we do have our College of Clowns the City Council so the loony tradition is *already* part of our politics; not to mention the Krewe de Vieux. Btw that satirical parade’s King this year is Walter “Mr. Bill” Williams. (Not to be confused with ex-major league player Walt “No Neck” Williams.) It’s uncertain as to whether Sluggo will appear to stomp on the King’s float during the parade. Ohh nooo. Hmm I wonder if Katrina is Sluggo’s evil twin sister; it could explain a great deal…