I do try, people. I do. Promise. Healthy eating is important in this family. But, don't you just have those days when you want to throw the spinach salad out the window with an expert frisbee fling and let your yearnings for all things unhealthy run amuck? Go wild with heady abandon? Throw caution to the gale-force winds?
Isn't naughty ....sometimes oh so nice!!
It's a genetic thing. I was raised in the deep south of Louisiana. If it wasn't fried, we suspected it wasn't real food. I knew it would happen after moving back down to the south.
I knew it. would. happen.
The yearning for a crunchy, hot, deep fried seafood po-boy would come banging on my DNA structure. Texas is right next door to Louisiana. There's gotta be a good po-boy place in this fourth largest city in the U.S.
Need I say more?
I maintain my innocence, however. I was not the family member out plying the streets in search of this sinful sandwich indulgence.
It was my husband.
He claims he was dragged to this po-boy spot by a co-worker. He claims that IF he didn't divulge its location to me, he would be denying me what is a birthright to a cajun girl.
Yes, it was all Patrick's fault.
BB's Cajun Café was a bit hole-in-the-wall. It was a "dive". It was a tiny little joint. Yes...It had all of the tell-tale makings of an authentic po-boy spot.
The seafood was fried in excellent cornmeal batter (check!). The bread was crunchy but also chewy and had to be ripped apart with your teeth (check!). The sauce was creamy with just the right ratio of spice to mayo (check/check!).
The waiter saw our enthusiasm for all things po-boy and convinced us to try what he touted as their famous "appetizer". My eye was trying to stay focused on the sandwich prize. I barely heard what he was describing, but a few minutes later, a plate of nibbles arrived on the table.
Little bacon wrapped pieces of chicken stuffed with cream cheese and jalapenos and served with a side of Cajun cream sauce. Yum. Quite the diversion. A little Cajun goodness. A little Tex-Mex zing.
What a great find here in Houston. My kids get bewildered with my hard-headed attempt to daily enforce healthy eating and then my mindless plummet into the world of Cajun fried goodness. I contritely endured my share of ribbing from the teen gallery as I indulged in this vice of colossal caloric consumption.
It was futile at this point to say no to the continued caloric digression. We licked our chops and dipped our forks into a deliciously sinful bread pudding for dessert. What an ending to a wickedly erring meal. It'll be spinach salads, 8 cups of water per day, and whole grain everything for the next week.
Promise!! Thank you BB's for making this Cajun girl happy! Poo-yie!