Most folks who know me, know my husband is an AMAZING cook! (even though I'm better) Needless to say, cooking in our house is a bit of a competition. Since I'm now a SETexan, I have been attempting to harness my inner "cajun". This is despite the fact I'm about as cajun as Chef Boyardee and roux is a word used to describe a person with verbal diarrhea. You know, roux-d. Anyways, I've put up with lots of the crazy cajun concotions and have even learned to make a little gumbo. I was really starting to feel at home in cajun country. All that changed this weekend when we attended the Meaux super bowl extravaganza complete with "sauce pecan." What is it you ask? Well, the name is especially deceiving. It's not a sauce, nor does it have pecans inside it. The name sounds harmless, but it's actually a steaming pot of TURTLE soup! Apprehensive at first, I eventually tried it. (You've got to live a little) It wasn't bad.....it wasn't good....it was TURTLE!!! I couldn't eat more than a couple of bites just because of the thought of it. Who wants to eat Michaelangelo? (Those of you who are confused, it's a throwback to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) Not to mention, the pieces in the pot were not easily identified, which got me to thinking. How do you clean a turtle? I mean, which pieces do you eat? The feet? The whole thought is just weird. Crazy cajuns. A minor set back to this new SETexan. Moral here. Steer clear of foods with unidentifiable parts with cajun names, and turtles are food only in the event you are part of Man vs. Wild with Bear Grylls. (Which is a complete moron, just FYI)Bring on the chicken fried steak!
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