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Gumbo night concluded the Thanksgiving festivities as usual. Appetizers included deviled eggs, two types of hogshead cheese, crawfish dip, liver cheese, and other dips and sliceable things I can’t remember. Each year I always have a few raw oysters and am annually disappointed that I don’t care for them. But I did really loved the grilled oysters, which I’ve never gotten a chance to try before (they are a sizzling commodity). The gumbo tasted yummy as usual but this year I did not shy away from the Crystal hot sauce and gumbo file. Shout out to Ben because he asked and also because he was kind enough to lend me a cocktail fork when I was in need!
Was delicious! This year I am most thankful for my immediate family. I enjoy living on my own and all, but sometimes I find it completely bogus that I live far away from the three people I love most. They are flying back today, so I will have to report back with photos and stories from Gumbo night. For those out of the loop, my family has traditional Thanksgiving Thursday and then a “Gumbo night” with oysters and gumbo Friday. Stay tuned for that tonight!
There was a bit of a brouhaha over my “tasting New Orleans differently” post. My dad was decidedly embarrassed that I couldn’t remember all the five star restaurants my parents had taken Evan and I to over the years like Brennan’s and Arnauds, and even Mr.B’s. I try to tell him I was 12 when we first evacuated, and that the Katrina events that followed that evacuation messed with my memory and sense of time more than I can understand.
So that is how we ended up with a reservation at Mr.B’s on Thanksgiving Eve that my dad made through the family call line (we are related to Cindy Brennan). The dinner was delicious, and far exceeded my “fancy” plans to eat at Mondo. My mom decided it would be my mom and dad’s anniversary dinner since they were traveling all day Saturday on the actual anniversary date. She also told me this was actually my third time here – once when I was little and also when she was pregnant with me. I weirdly like knowing I’ve been places in the womb.
We had duck spring rolls to start, Evan and I shared the Waldorf wedge, and then Evan and I both ordered Mr.B’s barbecued shrimp for our entrees. I had only ever had and loved my dad’s barbecued shrimp, but (sorry Dad), this was great. The sauce was buttery, peppery, creamy, and even nutty.
But of course this blog post can’t end with buttery goodness – it must end with a spill. As I was popping the head off my second to last shrimp, the juice squirted across the table onto my brother’s neck, and new suit. He looked like he had been shot, and was bleeding shrimp juice. I tried to laugh it off but was still blamed. I didn’t do it on purpose! Who spills that glorious shrimp juice on purpose?