The remains of my third plate full of jambalaya at my mom and dad’s place tonight. That’s right: three plates of the stuff. Non, je ne regrette rien.
The hands you see in the background belong to my father, who makes the best jambalaya ever, and that’s no joke. After we left the table, he got started telling Lucas stories about his hunting dogs. I turned my iPhone camera on and filmed part of one story. I’m uploading it to YouTube now, and will post it shortly. This stuff is golden.