Where I last lived in Athens, Ohio, Halloween is a Big Deal. In fact, it is such a Big Deal, that the town can’t even celebrate Halloween on Halloween anymore. Kid’s trick or treating takes place on the 30th and the block party is a weekend early. That’s because Halloween is such a Big Deal, if celebrated on the actual day, everyone would probably explode.
Security advice for weekend partygoers includes “not exposing genitals,” as well as not wearing any fake genitals that “an officer would need to examine.”
I haven’t seen much fall anything around here in Lafayette. Probably because we’re still experiencing highs of 80 plus degrees and going down to the okra patch just isn’t the same. Although can I put in a vote for a sugar cane maze?
What does grow here, are pigs. So I went downtown to the annual Boudin Cookoff. Now, I will say straight up that I first had boudin five years ago in New Orleans…and it’s not my favorite. Boudin has rice, which gets kinda mushy, and the preferred preparation is to boil the links, which doesn’t help the mush. Then there’s the business of the organ meats. Anyhow, my tastes run to BBQ char on the pork loin. That being said, I was at a boudin cookoff and I had a fistful of hot pink tickets burning in my hand.
What I liked even better were the balls, which are rolled up, dredged in flour, and then deep fried. The only problem is by this point I had been to exactly one stand, and I was already with boudin child.
I didn’t take a picture, but another favorite was Ronnie’s smoked boudin, because the of the rich flavor and texture. Smoked was good, but I still maintain if one person went for the grill they’d be the fav. And next time, I’m bringing my own mustard bottle, which would imply this sausage is growing on me, since I said “next time.”
And what do you want after a bunch of rich, spicy pork? Ice cream sandwiches. And Blue Bell was handing them out. For FREE.
Best of all? No pumpkin-flavored anything to be found. Although I will miss the real Athens Halloween parade, which is the walks of shame taking place the next morning.